Image by jonny.hunterI remember when I was little and my mom taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. Actually, I remember it quite vividly. How can I not? I still have a few scars on my knees to prove it.
My mom and I out in our back alley of my childhood home. Her running behind me while holding me up and then all of a sudden I realize she is no longer hold me up and I immediately panic and fall over.
I remember the fear I felt when I realized she wasn’t holding me up any longer. I also remember me yelling at my mom in the most dramatic fashion when I blamed her for me falling and hurting myself. But, what I remember most importantly is thee feeling of accomplishment when I was able to ride on my own.
