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The Day I Learned to Ride

 

I remember summer\'s golden shine

my dad\'s wrench removing training wheels

my trusty little red Schwinn bike

ready for new wild adventures now.

 

Dad held tight the shiny seat

his strong hands kept me balanced

pedaling forward with fresh courage

spinning wheels gathering bold speed.

 

Tumbles happened scraped knees appeared

small wounds badges of brave tries

gravity seemed against me then

but persistence pushed me forward.

 

Four times down five times up

determination stronger than my fears

suddenly wheels stayed beneath me

Dad\'s hands no longer needed there.

 

Freedom found in perfect balance

wind rushing through my flying hair

Dad\'s proud laughter filled the air

that day I soared beyond myself.