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Bicycle of Life


.Yourfrst time riding a bicycle. See it started with the tricycle. All you had to do was peddle. That was easy, so you go to the next level. Now your at the bicycle and your training wheels make everything simple. The only difference is that its a little bigger. Time past and you want something more age appropriate. Your parents take the training wheels off. Yeah, your a big kid now. No more 3 wheelers, or even training wheels. Your all alone now. Here comes the hard part. Your parents give you a hand to balance yourself. But later on all you have is oneself. They push, push, and push, giving you a head start. Then they sneak apart. Bam! You fall, but you get back up. Its not easy, but try again. Bam! You fall again. You try again and bam! This time your bruised and feel like you'd never get it. You look for your parents, but they tell that it's time to learn on your own. Your last try and you get on that bicycle and never stop. Riding up and down hills and around the neighborhood. Moral of the story when you can't do something keep trying. Life will always have obstacales, but with faith and determination anything is possible. Think of the bicycle of Life

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