After years of being teased and coaxed I finally got on a bike and rode it without help, by myself. I was seven years-old, late again.
My Sister was already on a bike and I was still with trainer wheels. I couldn’t do anything right the first time, everything took so much time and effort. And the more people tried to help, the worse it was. I was afraid of everything, and it seemed like my family’s expectations were the worse.
So One night, Denis, my mother’s friend, brought his old bike with a banana seat. Said it wasn’t new but he would give it to me if I wanted it, I could try it. While everyone was inside and My Sister was doing her numero de charme, the street was quiet and no one was around, I just started pedalling. A great push and just couldn’ t stop. I finally felt free !!
My heart was beating hard, my eyes were dry and my hands were sweaty, I was tense but freeeee !!!
I rode and rode…in circles. Our street is a terrasse, it’s a big round and I didn’t have permission to get out. Anyway, I didn’t know how to brake ! What if a car arrived ? What if I fell ? So I continued and I was giddy.
But I couldn’t wait to tell them I could ! I could !!
So I just bumped in a car parked in our driveway, fell and ran to tell the adults. They didn’t believe me. They never did. So I showed them. It wasn’t the same, I had trouble.
But I knew I could !
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