My experience in scooter riding.

 My experience in scooter riding started on summer, 2007. Me and my friend were spending our vacation in small town, 100 km from Moscow. There were not many things to do, so we had to find something special.

Once, we were walking by the main street, talking about cars and motorcycles. My friend mentioned, that he has a scooter in the garage, there were still some work to do about it, like painting, mirrors and new tires. That was thing that blew my mind- I was all about technical and speed!

When I saw this scooter for the first time, I was really excited. We got some gas and started our every day riding trips. We had no helmets or protection clothes. This was a bit of extreme. For the first few rides my friend was driving, because he had some experience. Once I've asked him to handle scooter by myself.

Honda Tact

I've started from crazy acceleration and I felt, like something new had a beginning inside of me. From that moment we were sharing driving. We were riding to other cities and villages-everywhere we could.

Once I was driving and we had to stop on the traffic lights. Surprisingly, I've heard honk of the car behind us. That was my mom. I had to get in the mom's car and come back home.

My parents had a serious talk with me about safeness and responsibilities. I had to spend the rest of the summer in Moscow, but experience of scooter riding still reminds me of good times  :)

A true short story from my life.

This story had a beginning in 2008. I was a grade 8 student in new school. My grades at most of my courses were good, except math. The only reason for this was that I didn't really care about studying and still my marks ware good. Math, math was hard. To understand I had to work hard in class and work even harder at home. At that time I was blaming everyone about it, but not myself. Furthermore, our math teacher was a perfectionist. She was doing homework check every day and her tests were not simple at all. I blamed her the most.

Every math class I was playing fool and joking around all the time. Even teacher couldn't do anything about that, she was moving me around the classroom, but that didn't help at all. My mom was asked to come to school because of my marks and behavior.

One day, it was monday as I remember, our math teacher was late. And she was never late to school. While our class was waiting outside the classroom, the headmaster came over and asked us to come in, she had bad news. In the morning our math teacher with hear daughter and another teacher got in a car crash. Two of them were in a hospital by that time, but our teacher had passed away. I couldn't believe that, I've never seen death in my life. Some of my mates already got pictures of the crash and the thing that I saw on it didn't look like a car.

This teacher had two university degrees and had a young daughter to care about. The car, that crashed in her car, was a car of old student from our school. No one could believe that it happened, I was died inside too.

When I came back from school that day and told my parents what happened they started to cheer me up, but nothing helped. For a month there was no math course in our school. When a new teacher came in I started to study, but my behavior in class was even worth. Now both of my parents got invited to meet headmaster and new teacher. When we came back home from school, my dad had a serious talk with me.

Only now I've realized, why my dad wasn't that hard on me. I wanted old teacher to come back, but she will never....

All of us learned a lesson from it, we have to appreciate, respect and love people around us, because we don't know what can happen and we will never see them again.