Just like riding a bike?
This was supposed to be a positive post of self-support… now I’m not so sure anymore.
Many years ago… and I have to apologize but my memory fails me…
On a mini red bicycle… inherited from one of my sisters… this little girl was learning to ride a bike… I think it was my dad who was helping and I suppose it was him who removed the training wheels.
Off I went on a downhill that was next to my house on the main road of my town, I don’t remember if they told me… I don’t think so (probably because it suits me) that the front brakes were not to be used… especially if one was going at a certain speed… so there I was going downhill and when the downhill ended I wanted to stop because I was going too fast for my not so intrepid tastes… so I pressed the brake… the front one… did a half turn in the air towards the front and fell abruptly.
Now after so many years I had another crash learning to handle a slightly larger means of transportation :( and this is the part where I was supposed to say “but like the time I crashed on my red bike, what you have to do is get up, pick up the bike and ride it again” the problem is that I don’t remember what happened next… the problem is that I know I never really learned how to ride a bike, I did errands but that was it… I never went cycling on Sunday mornings… maybe fear won over me…
And now? What do I do with my slightly larger means of transportation? Is it that I have space issues and I wasn’t made to drive? Is it that I’m a “homo novus” like Sheldon Cooper? Will I have to ride the bus for the rest of my life? Did fear win over me again… or is it not?