The Time I Learned to Ride A Bike
Everybody remembers when they are about five years old and their grandfather bought them new bike, right? That enormous amount of pride inside that tiny body insists on getting on the new bike and testing it out. They get on and they are ready to go, well they think they are. Little do they know sitting on the bike is just the beginning of a few scratched knees and a lot of bruises.
On my fifth birthday, this was the case for me. I had just received my first bicycle without training wheels and I could not wait to get on. At five years old I was in the typical do it myself stage, and I was not about to let anyone help me. I had been going through this stage for a long time and my family thought it was time to break out of it. This being the case, they sat back and let me try my bike out by myself. Let’s just say it was not the smoothest ride of my life.
Initially, I attempted to step onto my bike and in the process I fell multiple times. I could not even get onto the bicycle. My family just kept letting me go for about half an hour until I finally asked them for help. Let’s just say that I was quite the stubborn child at the age of five.
In the process of learning, I earned a pair of skinned knees, some bruises, and a hurt ego; at the time this was the worst pain I had ever felt at a given point in time. I was able to conquer the task by repetition. However, I think that the thing that helped me the most is to feel the comfort of someone guiding me through the experience.
I think that the lessons I learned through this experience are ones that I can still use today. I know that I would not be where I am without the support of the people around me, whether that be classmates, teammates, family, teachers, or coaches. Those are the people who help make us successful in life. Without them I would never try anything new because it would be ten times more intimidating.
