Life and Stuff

I learned how to do things a little bit later than usual children. I was about 12 years old when my parents decided it was just about time for me to get rid of the training wheels on my bike and upgrade me to the big kid bikes that all the other kids were riding around. I knew they were a little worried that I hadn’t learned how to ride my bike yet, so I asked a childhood neighbor and good friend how to help me ride a 2 wheeled bike. He loaned me his, told me to get on it, petal, and not stop. So I did. And I ended up running right into the side of a car and falling down. Long story short, I got back up, wiped myself off, and learned how to ride that bike. It was a lesson in independence.