The best memory I've ever had was when i woke up christmas morning and i had been wanting a dirtbike for a long time. I went through all my presents and i didnt have my dirtbike but i heard my dad outside kickstarting it and i ran out and i hugged my dad real tight. I ran back inside and got on my boots and some pants and a hoody. It took me a while to get it going because i forgot how to drive a clutch but i got the hang of it. Then, I went to my uncle Chris's house and rode on some farm land. I learned how to wheelie and do burnouts and even how to jump. My dirtbike was amazing and I never wanted to get rid of it.


But then one day my dad came up on a fourwheeler and said here this is yours and i was excited but i didnt know he took my dirtbike and sold it  for 1100. I was scared of my fourwheeler until it got fixed and now i love it and i dont want to get rid of it but if my attitude doesnt get better my  dad said he would sell it.