|Me on my two-wheeled chariot, a long time ago.|
Kelsey is eleven years old. It's past time that she learns to ride a bike. I need the exercise, and I want to ride bikes with her before school starts. My girls, like a lot of kids today, are indoor creatures. They read, play video games and forage for food in the fridge.
Today I beckoned Kelsey out to the garage. I oiled up the chains to Gina's old Schwinn an got Kelsey to fill the tires with the foot pump. I made some adjustments to the handlebar and seat and commenced to teach her how to ride a bike.
She's compliant to instruction, but she had the look as though she had rather be inside playing Minecraft on her Kindle Fire. Kelsey has spent enough of her short Summer in her room playing Minecraft or creating stuff with her Legos. She needs to get out, move around, feel the wind in her hair.
I don't remember when I learned to ride a bike. I was pretty young. No one taught me how to ride. The only way I was going to keep up with my older siblings was to jump on that thing and learn. I remember falling a lot. I don't remember getting frustrated. I wanted to learn it right then and there and I don't recall it taking me that long to learn. The secret to riding a bike is not falling off.
There are two steps to successful bike riding; (1) motion (2) balance. Kelsey seemed to get the balance down pretty quick. She's still having trouble getting her foot on that peddle for that initial thrust. She'll get it, not today, but soon, and for the rest of her life. You go girl!