My most memorable ovation.

I’ve always been an introvert and a bookworm. Performing something or some act and getting an ovation is very rare event for me. If I remember correctly, my first and only time I got to the stage was for performing Kathak dance. Then I received a standing ovation from the audience. It was actually “we” received an ovation, or more accurately we without me. I prefered the corner position on the stage, so I am less visible to the audience. Not one of my best memories.

The best ovation that I received is when I was 7 or 8 years old. That year during summer vacation my brother starts teaching me how to ride bicycle. The first day I was really scared of falling, but with the help of my brother, I didn’t fall off, at least on the first day. We used to go to the playground and my daily practiced riding bike. I fell from bike many times. Every time I fell, I used to get angry and say to my brother that I can wake, and there is no need to learn riding a bike.Then he used to tell me that I should not give up so early, that we should always finish what we have started. He used to say that if you didn’t get your knee hurt while learning bike riding, you don’t know how to ride it perfectly. To cheer me up, he sometimes gave me chocolates and candies. After practicing daily, I finally learned how to handle that two wheel monster.

By the end of the summer, I was able to ride bike on my own. That day, I returned home, riding on my bike, with my brother chasing me behind. When we reached home, I called my mom outside to show off my newly acquired skill. It was then I received my best ovation, my mother and brother being the audience. Their smiles being my trophy.

Ovation

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