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.