The Day I Learnt to Ride A Cycle
I could ride an almost adult bike by the time I reached the third grade but there was one hitch- I could not mount or dismount without assistance! While mounting was not a problem, dismounting was hilarious to an onlooker but a horrifying experience for me.
One day I crashed while dismounting, as I refused to apply brakes and kept yelling for help till I banged into a tree. I got a scolding from my father and he refused to assist me from then on. I smartly wiggled out of this sticky situation by taking up another sport with my friend. Daddy got busy with his work and the situation was dealt with. Two years later when I was in grade five, my father saw me sitting at home and asked me to join him for a walk. I was thrilled till he told me to ride my cycle beside him. He then realized that I had not progressed at all. He told me to practice but I just could not do it. I was disappointed. Worse still, I heard my mother telling a friend how my brother picked up cycling rather early. That did it. With all my willpower I tried incessantly till I succeeded. That day I truly learnt to ride a cycle.
An hour later when my father got home, I showed him with pride that 1 did not need assistance any longer.