I learned to ride a bike thanks to my brother and sister.
They spent countless hours teaching me, guiding me, and watching as I gained more and more confidence on my bike.
I quickly learned and improved however, the one thing I wasn't so great at was braking. For some reason, it was a tough skill for me to grasp.
Now, I've always been competitive, so when my brother challenged me to race him down a hill, I couldn't refuse. I was determined to show him just how fast I could be.
So in 3...2...1...we were off! Of course, he flew past me, so naturally, I started pedaling like crazy! As I zoomed down the hill I noticed a large rock directly in my path. It was too late to get out of the way and I still hadn't quite learned how to brake...(you can guess where this is going)
My bike steered directly into the rock and I went flying forwards over my bike. My knees were completely scraped up and blood dripped down my legs. I looked up and saw my sister running up the hill towards me.
She looked at me and, as any loving sibling would do, she laughed. So I cried.
I must say, I love my sister and oddly enough, I am happy that this was her response. (I wasn't so happy about it in the moment, of course!)
It taught me the importance of laughing at yourself and not taking everything so seriously. I think it was a wonderful lesson. And don't worry, I have finally learned how to use the brakes on a bike!