I remember my first bike - it was red and a little bigger than me. Dad gave it to me for my birthday. I was so happy that I wanted to sleep with it in the room.
But my first attempts to ride were unsuccessful.
I fell several times, scraped my knees, cried and said: "I can't do it!"
But dad held me by the seat and said: "You can do it. Just trust me."
And one day I rode alone.
My heart was pounding, the wind was blowing in my face, and I was laughing out loud.
That was the moment I realized: fear is not forever.
Since then, I have loved cycling. It always gives me a sense of freedom, independence, and movement. Sometimes I ride alone — it’s like I’m going back to my childhood. And every time I think: thank you, dad, for not letting me go emotionally.
Do you remember your first bike? And that moment when fear turned into the euphoria of freedom?