Learning To Ride A Big-Kid Bike

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

“Of course, wouldn't want to loop it again like the last time” I said quickly, before taking off. With the help of my dad I became a better ride each and everyday we practiced together. If I didn't ask my dad for help I probably would have made no progress on riding.

I fell. This felt like I didn’t have a wrist. But I got back up really carefully and went up to the lounge to my dad and sister. Ah, Ah, Dad I think I broke my wrist. No you didn’t. It was swelling up, It hurt so bad I couldn’t even believe this was happening.

"So, now you want to call me? And what's this I hear about you spraining your ankle?" My dad's gruff, naturally rich voice broke out. Well damn; I thought, ain't even gon' give me the opportunity to say hey.

way to get past the fear is to take a training course- You will learn to ride using our motorcycles on a

Going into it I was honestly a little nervous because I have never ridden anything before this. I thought that it was going to be harder than it actually turned out to be because my mom told me about her personal experience because she fell off multiple times. Even with all of this information I was still really excited to try something new from what I was used to doing.

“I feel like I’m going to fall and it’s getting dark so I won't be able to see where I’m going!” I said in sassy voice.

“You know how much I hate running mom,” I sighed. “I already told you I’m never going to again.”

Everything takes time to get better. You have to jump on the bike and fell of a couple times for you to learn. Please do not get stuck in this fixed mindset.

That same summer, after my father got home from work a little early, he allowed me to ride the mow. Since the yard was already mowed the day before, I utilized this opportunity to practice my epic passion of becoming a NASCAR race car driver. My mother thought it was a little unusual that I aspired to the feeling of speed that is typically a dream that young boys have. Speed made me feel like I was the empress of the road and like I would arrive at my destination faster than anyone else, even though my destination lacked a beginning and end. The prior Christmas, I remember that my father purchased my sisters and I remote-controlled vehicles. Both of my sisters received a car each while I received a truck, a vehicle that can knock all other

"It was horrible and there is no way I'm going back tomorrow!" I exclaimed to my mother. I felt that I had done every possible thing wrong and was greatly embarrassed by it. I explained to her all of my mixed emotions and recounted everything that had gone on. As I talked, I realized

“Alright, just remember when I let go to keep peddling. If you think you’re going to tip over then try to fall in a ditch,” said my father.

Palms sweating, heart racing, knees wobbling, mind spinning, and you’re frantically trying to take control. It’s your first set of wheels and they are just begging to be taken for a spin around the block. There’s just one itty bitty little problem: it’s your first time. It doesn’t seem to matter if it’s the first time you ride a bike or the first time you get behind the wheel of a car, the sensations can be enough to drive you wild. Even though the rush of adrenaline and the sense of power may have felt identical, learning how to ride a bike and learning how to drive a car may have differed in more ways than most of us remember.

“Thanks for the lift. And don’t worry so much about your father. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

At the time I found the idea exciting while also frightening. It was also a time when I started to realize that all my friends around the neighborhood were riding two wheelers, and I was the only one still riding a bike with those laughable training wheels. I felt that in order to fit in with the other kids I had to transition from training wheels to a big kid bike. My older cousin was the one who taught me how to ride a bike “Those training wheels are coming off today” was the first thing she said at the kitchen table. Mom had just finished a batch of her delicious secret ingredient chocolate chip waffles. After we ate breakfast my cousin decided to take me to the local park near my house to start practicing.