Learning to Ride a Bike

When I was little I had two best friends, Dena and Shelley. They both lived across a street and a few houses a way in my neighbourhood and we were inseperable (with the exception of the childhood arguments). Dena was the first to get a two wheeler. I specifically remember not giving her bike back to her once I learned to ride it. I wanted my own bike, and eventually the parents caved and bought me one.

When I think back on learning to ride a bike, I don't remember falling. I don't remember training wheels. I remember stealing the bike once I learned to ride. I didn't want to stop! It was so fun and I was so proud that I could ride it.

This past few weeks has been like learning to ride a bike. 10 years later, you don't remember learning to ride it. You don't remember falling. It's like you could always do it, and couldn't fathom the difficulty it took to learn in the first place. I think in 10 years, I'm going to look back on this experience and it's going to be a blip.

Ooh, look, the 5 stages of grief have been completed. I am officially on acceptance.

I hope all is well in your world.