Learning new things is never easy and the people trying to help you learn really are trying to help you. I learned that at a pretty young age.
I sometimes struggled learning things from my parents. Bike riding included. Despite a parent’s best intentions, a young kid will get frustrated and think their parents are being too hard on them. They will just want to give up.
That’s eventually what happened with me. I gave up trying to learn with my Dad. Looking back, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was just being a stubborn kid, plain and simple. I told them I preferred to learn from my sister Kristyn instead.
Eventually, after help from Kristyn, I figured it out. It took lots of practice but I was able to ride laps around this little triangle park near my house.
We ran to get my parents to show them that I could finally do it.
With my audience I hopped on bike and started peddling. I was doing it!
I was really doing it… until I hit an uneven part of the sidewalk. That set the bike off balance and I flew into a stone stab from some construction we were having done.
I ended up horribly bruising a very sensitive spot below the belt. Not the greatest place to land for a growing boy..
And that’s how I learned how to ride my first bike.
