I remember how my dad once said, Let's try without them. I was scared. He promised to hold. And he held. And then he let go. I rode a whole five meters. Without insurance. Without falling. But with a sinking heart and a feeling that I was flying.
Since then, I have fallen more than once, both on a bicycle and in life. But that first feeling when you suddenly understand that you can do it has stayed with me forever. It is about faith. About freedom. About how important it is sometimes to let go of fear and just ride forward.
The bicycle taught me not only how to keep my balance. He taught me to trust myself, those around me, and the road I'm traveling on. Even if it's unknown. Do you remember that moment? How old were you when you first felt the wind in your face and realized that you could do it?