Análise "a bicycle story"

We all have something that for some reason fills our hearts. Something that for one reason or another, we don’t want to lose. Something we receive from our work and dedication. Something that really belong to us. I have a similar story to that described in the text. I also have a bike by which I gained a great passion. It was my first bike. A bmx, blue, with a suspension, adjustable seat, perfect for maneuvering. It became my daily companion. Although it gave me a few scratches and bruises, also gave me many moments of fun. It was also the envy of many friends. Over the years I grew up, and stopped driving. Won rust. Dust and dirt. But I always kept it saved. Maybe I am able to restore it and offers it to my nephew. Maybe he can feel the same happiness I felt when I had it. The truth is that we give more value to something that is a result of effort and dedication. Something we have struggled for a long time to have. Not something that was offered. I'm not saying it has no value, has, but when it is purchased with our money, have more than value, has a passion. It will always be something that we care for and want to preserve. Life is full of small things, and we give different value to all things, because things have different value for us too. The important is to fight for what we want, and don’t spot fighting until we have