I recall the first time I learned to ride a bike. It was a wobbly start. I fell a few times, but my dad was there to encourage me. He ran beside me, holding on to the bike until I got the hang of it. That moment of finally riding on my own was exhilarating. It was a milestone in my old past story, a symbol of independence and achievement.
From my old past story, I remember my neighborhood. There was an old oak tree in the middle of it. All the kids in the neighborhood would gather under that tree. We'd play games, have little picnics, and just have a great time. It was like a community hub for us. There were also friendly neighbors who would often give us candies or tell us interesting stories.
I can recall a lot of happy times. For example, my first pet. It was a little kitten. It was so cute and playful. I used to spend hours playing with it, and it would always curl up on my lap when it was tired.