When I think back, one of my most memorable childhood experiences would definitely be learning to ride a bike. Almost every child will encounter this event in some period of their lifetime, and will actually discover a great deal from it. I consider this a classic event in my life that will always be revered, because it has influenced and marked my life in so many different ways. Many people consider learning to ride a bike a new experience, but they do not consider the possibility of it also having an internal meaning that will last forever.
This event not only represents freedom for me, but it also helped me establish the foundation on which I base my existence. Learning to ride a two-wheeler demonstrated a new way to have fun, and also illustrates how will-power and perseverance help overcome challenges throughout my life. I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday; I was no more than seven or eight years of age. I was starting to realize that all of the other kids where riding two-wheelers, and I was the only one still riding a small bike with those ridiculous training wheels.
I felt that it was time for me to make a transition from training wheels to a “big kid” bike. So that evening I went to my parents and explained to them that I thought it was time for me to get a new bike and learn how to ride without training wheels. At first, they were skeptical; they didn’t think I was ready for this experience. After persistently trying to convince them that I was ready, they finally agreed with me. I felt so excited knowing that I would be just like all the other “big kids. A few days later, my parents and I took a ride to “Toys R Us” to look for a bike, and as soon as I got in the bicycle section I found the perfect two-wheeler made just for me. I begged my parents, insisting that this was the bicycle that I had to have. It was a shinny Huffy, painted with shimmery pink and purple paint. The tires and handles were snow white, and the spokes were sparkling in the well-lit building. It even had an attached water bottle and convenience bag. It was perfect! I was eager to ride my new bike and begged my father to take me out.
One day I will have to venture out into the real world for good, and I won’t have my parents behind me holding on, ready to catch me when I fall. I will have to get up on my own and remember what my past experiences taught me. Learning to ride a bike prepared me for my first driving, job, college, and eventually moving out experience. In regard to driving, bike riding taught me at a young age how to deal with certain situations, such as: bad weather, a flat tire, and how to deal with everyday traffic. How can something so simple teach so much?
I really have now answered for that except for that’s just how it is. Within hours, I was finally able to do it all on my own. The feeling that took over my body when I finally grasped the technique was one of gratification. By the following weekend, after the recurrence of trial and error, I was confident and skilled enough to venture out with my friends. I still wobbled and I still fell, but I was able to keep up with them and I had my freedom. With plenty more practice the rest would come to me, and I would be able to pop a wile and bounce off curbs in no time.
I felt so relieved that all of my hard work paid off, and I realized that the agony and pain were all worth it, because once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forgot. Learning how to ride a bike was my transformation into freedom. This is one of the first experiences in life that helped me gain independence and free will. Within my parents’ restrictions, and sometimes out, I visited new places I’ve never been. I enjoyed the fact that I could take myself around rather than having my parents’ chauffer me. Not only was this a life- altering experience to me, but it also influenced my parents.