W is for wipeout, Believe me.
So, what’s the nicest thing you’ve done when you were much younger? Drawing maybe, or singing in the bathroom perhaps? Rode a bike? If so how did you learn to ride one? With training wheels, perhaps? As for me, it was not as normal as most would have.
I learned biking before I learned what fractions are. I could confidently say that a bicycle is like an extension of my body as I move from A to B. I was never really good at it however, seeing as for the earliest parts of my life, I was also just using training wheels or a sidecar. I wanted to ride properly, and my curiosity at riding solo began.
Attempts were made to ride solo without any help. Almost all attemps ended in failure. Until one day I had the crazy idea of learning how to ride by climbing up the foot of the nearest hill of my neighborhood and learn to ride without training wheels. There is a catch to this story-the foot of the hill is jagged, rocky and and rough. It was every parent’s horror, But I dredged on. After several attempts to ride through the slope, I was finally able to learn, but there was another catch to this story-my one bike became two.(it broke off by the handlebars) It was fun though.