Just a funny story

Today, I am going to tell you one of my funny memories. Actually, I could not think of anything that makes me feel like writing. I don't know what happened with me all day long today. I felt tired and could not concentrate on working. Even when I came back home, I cooked dinner for my family but it tasted awful. So I decided to write about a small story. I think you may laugh at me for this. Feel free.
I was born in a small and poor village in Vietnam. My parents had only one old bicycle which was designed for men not women. Only my father could ride it. When I started going to primary school, all my friends also started to learn how to ride a bicycle. I did not feel like learning that stuff. I don't remember the exact reason but I guess that I prefered walking to school to riding a bicycle. Most pupils walked on foot to go to school at that time. The primary school, the secondary school and high school are all located in my village so it's not too far to get there. Moreover, I was a very thin and weak girl so I felt the bicycle was too big and heavy for me. The bicycle for men was also difficult for me to learn to ride. That is the reason why I had not been interested in riding a bicycle for a long time until one day when I was in high school.
I had to go to our teachers to study outside (or beyond) the studying time at school in order to get ready for every exam. Oh what a big problem, I was too old to learn riding a bicycle, all people would laugh at me, I told myself. I thought I had to find the solution. I decided to wake up early in the morning to learn riding. It took nearly a month for me to ride the bicycle without fear. The most difficult of that secret plan was that it was pretty dark in the early morning so it was very hard to see the road clearly. Sometimes, I could not control the bicycle and crashed into houses nearby. It woke up some dogs and they started to bark noisily. However, the good thing was that I felt very comfortable in the early morning air. It was also very interesting to witness my village sleeping and waking up slowly.  This story is wonderful and your language is very complex, nice work!

Just a funny story

Today, I am going to tell you one of my funny memories. Actually, I could not think of anything which made me feel like writing. I don't know what happened with me all day long today. I felt tired and could not concentrate on work. Even when I came back home, I cooked dinner for my family but it tasted awful. So that I decided to write a short story. I think you might laugh at me for this. Feel free to do so.
I was born in a small and poor village in Vietnam. My parents had only one old bicycle which was designed for a man and not a woman. Only my father could ride it. When I started going to primary school, all my friends also started to learn to bicycle*. I did not feel like learning that stuff. I don't remember the exact reason but I guess that I prefered walking to school to riding a bicycle. Most pupils walked to school at that time. The primary school, the secondary and high schools are located in my village and are nearby. Moreover, I was a very thin and weak girl and I felt the bicycle was too big and heavy for me. The men's bicycle was also difficult for me to ride. That is why I had long been disinterested in bicycling for a long until one day when I was in high school.
I had to visit our teachers to study besides studying at school, so as to better prepare for exams. Oh, what a big problem; I was too old to learn to ride, and everyone would laugh at me, I told myself. I thought I must find a solution. I decided to wake up early in the morning to learn cycling. It took me nearly a month for me to learn it without fear. Most difficult of that secret plan was that it was pretty dark in the early morning so it was very hard to see the road clearly. Sometimes, I could not control the bicycle and hit a wall nearby. It woke up some dogs and they started to bark noisily. However, the good thing was that I felt very comfortable in the early morning air. It was also very interesting to witness my village sleeping and waking up slowly.

*many times in English, the noun has a corresponding verb. You can guess and if unsure, check it in the dictionary.

very well written!