Removing My Training Wheels
When I was six, I taught myself how to ride a bike
with no training wheels.
Positioning my bike halfway up
a grass hill behind my house
I lifted my feet off the ground.
I was nervous but I had trust
in myself.
I made it down and turned once again
for the hill.
I took my time, I flew
That same day
I tried the driveway
It was a different way of learning
Than most children receive
I didn’t want to wait for Dad to get home from work
to help me
What if its raining?
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