In the summer of 2008, I was 5 years old and getting ready for my kindergarten school year. Before that, however, I had a big challenge to take on… I had to learn how to ride a bike. The wind blew at my back as I zoomed down my long driveway in Webberville, Michigan. I felt like I was flying on my bike and made sure to look both ways before turning on the road. The rattling of my training wheels echoed across the entire neighborhood. I leaned and turned right and smoothly transition from my bumpy driveway to the smooth road. This is way easier than I thought it would be, I thought to myself. Little did I know that things would get a lot harder. Fast forward a year later and sweat is dripping from my temple as I pulled over to the side of the road waiting for my Mom, Dad, and our dog, Apollo, to catch up to me. “Do you want to try it without training wheels?” my Mom asked. “Yes please,” I said trying to contain my excitement. This was the time for me to transition to a b...
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