Cycle kids :-)

[Gray]

How could you forget the fun of learning how to ride the cycle...the moment when your dad, bro or sis left you alone and you kept wondering when exactly you were on your own...


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[Jamie (K)]

Sure. I remember thinking my dad was right behind me with his hand steadying the back fender of my bike, and when I looked back he was almost a block away.

[Skrej]

The thing I remember about learning to ride was having an accident and somehow managing to tear my left big toenail 4/5ths of the way off.

Followed shortly by the ordeal of having to tear the remaining 1/5 off manually. It took me years to accept the necessity of that act, and I still have trust issues with my dad.

From then on, I walked, for the next 12 or so years, until I could start driving.

This taught me two valuable lessons.
1) Bikes are Satan's invention.
2) Never bike barefoot.
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[Daemon99]

I had a similar accident too. My right big toe-nail totally came off, no manual intervention. That really was a lot of pain. My nail is a little disfigured now.

But I didn't give up. After I learnt it, it looked like real fun to me. I never walked. I would go on my bike even if I had to travel a few feet.
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[Jamie (K)]

The scary part for me was when I was 12 and could legally ride in the street. I had no concept of the velocity of oncoming cars in relation to the speed with which I could make a left turn. I nearly got hit, and the kind driver gave me a very stern scolding.

[SkiIucK]

Hey,

I like riding, though I haven't done it in a while... There is some serious crap I've been through, the scariest of which me being chased by a vengeful turk for having stolen some grapes from his vines. Not to mention he was grasping a knife in his hand, pouring on curses. Brings a chuckle...

[NinaZara]

I learned it on my own, with training wheels of course. Boy, that was fun.

Not!

I was not allowed to ride anywhere but in the compound of my house. According to my parents, I'd get kidnapped.

One day I was so bored to death, I sort of pulled the bike towards me so that it would run over my foot repeatedly until somehow I managed to get half of my toe nail off my toe. There was so much blood. My mother was horrified and I was wailing.

Till this day, I still cannot know why I did that. But reading some of the posts, I'd say it is a common accident, I guess. (The toe nail thing, I mean)