It was more than ten years ago, when I was just 7. At that time, a wheeled toy called kickboard became popular among Korean kids. My brother and I were interested too, so we asked mom eagerly for it. One weekend, mom took me and my brother to a supermarket and bought us two shiny new kickboards. Excited, brother and I dashed to the outside and went on to the kickboard.
I glanced my brother doing well at his first try, so I tried to ride mine as well. But sadly – being the poor athlete of family, I just could not ride gracefully like him. I kept failing to balance with one feet and could not kick the ground. I tried and tried but it was no use. The kickboard did not went forward an inch. Few minutes later mom called us to go home, and I followed my brother, grumbling.
When we got home, I went outside again and started to ride kickboard around the apartment. I was very frustrated with myself and decided to practice. But of course, it was not much different from before. My feet still won't move harmonically. I started to feel angry. "Why can't I do this, why?" I said to myself, falling to the ground for hundredth time.
I hissed loudly. I screamed silently. I blamed my legs for being useless. As for legs, they were getting purple more and more, especially on the knees. "That's it, I'm not going to ride this stupid kickboard." I thought this at least a dozen time. "Well – just one more try and I'm done with it,' And this, also a dozen. So one became two, two became ten, ten became a setting sun…
"Sumi, come inside! Dinner is ready!"
When it was getting late my mom called me. But I did not respond for a while, as it was a monumental moment. "Mom, come and look!" I shouted with visible pride in my voice, and my mom came out wondering. And against the red sunset and the sky, I stepped onto the kickboard, kicked the ground with one foot, and glided gracefully towards my mom. "Oh, look at you!" Mom said with delight. "You finally did it!" I grinned from ear to ear, forgetting all the bruises I had got from the day's practice.
That was the first time I achieved something big in my life. And since then, even after the kickboard, I have been frustrated with all kinds of things – like flute, book art, electric guitar, baking, and much more. But even if I am at the moment that everything annoys me and nothing seems hopeful, once the glorious memory of success comes into my mind, I suddenly feel like I have just found a silver lining. Like the 7 year-old little me successfully mastered the kickboard, I feel like I would be able to achieve anything that is in front of me.