Biking

During my childhood, I was fascinated by cartoons depicting the kid protagonists riding around their town in their bikes. When I expressed my desire to have one, my father decided it was time for me to finally ride out.

I was 8 when I got my first bike, and to this day I still remembered what it looked like. It had training wheels, was coated in a shade of baby blue, and the front part was adorned with the addition of a white basket.

Of course, to level up, everyone must go through basic training, and hurt himself in the process. I can’t remember how many times I’d fallen down while biking with my friends. But that time, my father was there for me. He was my teacher until I learned how to balance myself on two wheels. Thus, bye-bye training wheels.

I was 10 when my bike leveled up to something larger, and suited to my age. During that time, I’d spend hours outside biking around my small subdivision. My great hindrances were my friends playing on my bike, giving me no time to ride it, how pedaling became heavy due to flat tires, and how I had to rely on the brake due to a loose chain.

Years later, everything isn’t the same as before. I do not own a bike anymore – it was given to a younger friend. I do not go outside to play due to the workload my high school has given me. As a result, I do not spend time riding around my subdivision anymore. But if those changes must come, then at least some didn’t: my skills in riding a bike, and my love for it.