Easy Rider
Here I am with my five year old son after teaching him how to ride his bike with no training wheels. He was very excited and it made me very proud. As I watched him pedal away for the first time. I had a flashback to when I was five years old in Houston Texas and my dad did the same thing for me. Getting me to ride without training wheels even though I was scared. Then when I figured it out I was so proud of myself. What I mean is I know exactly how my son felt and I felt it again when he rode off into the Pittsburgh sunset with no training wheels. There is no turning back now. He is a fast riding daredevil!
Do you remember when you first learned how to ride your bike? Where were you and who taught you?
Do you remember when you first learned how to ride your bike? Where were you and who taught you?
posted by Danger at 7:44 AM
2 Comments:
Fast riding daredevil? Sounds like me on the parkway!
I was 15 when I learned how to ride. My cousin who is also my step dad let go of the back of my unicycle and I rolled right into the back of our horse and buggy. I smelled like horse's tail for days but I will never forget it!
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