Autobiography of broken cycle

This article is an example of an autobiography of a broken bicycle.

Hello friends… I am a Bicycle. A broken bicycle, soon to be destroyed completely.

But before saying the final good-bye, I want to tell my story. You will be surprised to see me speaking, but this will be the first and last time that I will share my feelings with you.

My name is Birdie, Birdie the bicycle.

I was born in a small factory near this beautiful city, in a machine.

Autobiography of broken cycle by george

It was a simple cycle when I was born, but the men who worked in that factory gave me this beautiful look and transformed me into a beautiful Birdie.

They gave me beautiful colours, a sweet ringing bell, a small basket and a beautiful seat.

When I was ready, they brought me to the ‘Goodwill bicycle Shop’, my home, where I lived with many family members and friends. We used to talk with each other and share our stories when men in the shop went to their homes in the night.

On one day, a young boy came