I still remember the first day my father taught me to ride a motorcycle. At that time I was just 13 years old, and I was curious how it felt to ride a motorcycle like an adult. Dad took me to an empty field near my house, a safe place to study without fear of disturbing others. Patiently, father explained the parts of the motorcycle, how to start the engine, and how to use the gas and brake. At first I felt nervous, especially when I had to balance the motorcycle which felt heavy.

After trying a few times, I started to dare to turn the gas slowly. The motorcycle moved slowly, and I felt a mixture of fear and joy. "Just relax, don't panic," said dad while walking beside me. But I still panicked when the motorcycle started to go faster than I expected. Dad immediately stopped his motorbike and helped me control the gas. "Don't be too fast, slowly first," he said with a smile. I also tried again, this time it was calmer. Even though the engine died several times, I was finally able to ride the motorcycle stably.

At the end of the training session, my father patted my shoulder proudly. "Good, you learn quickly," he said. Even though I was tired, I felt very satisfied because I was finally able to ride my own motorcycle, even though it was only on that small field. That day became one of my best memories with my father, because I not only learned about motorcycles, but also about courage and confidence. Dad always gives me the encouragement to try, even when I feel doubtful.