I have to admit that I was ever so slightly worried that my son (at age five) couldn’t ride a bicycle yet. I was fully aware of the fact that this fears stemmed from the fact that I only learnt to ride a bicycle at tender old age of 12 and that Logan is nothing like his mom. He is pure adventure junkie. (Give us strength for when he is older)
About 3 weeks ago when WD came to visit with his bicycle, the pair of them decided to ride down the hill. I must admit that my nerves were tested a bit – apart from the obvious fact that Logan didn’t know how to ride a bike or use brakes, his brakes were really tight which made it completely impossible for him to use. Thankfully with a pair of crocs on his feet (RIP dear crocs), he manage to stop quite well!
By the Tuesday after school he was ready to try and place his feet on the peddles and give riding a proper go. With everything inside of me, I was rooting for him to succeed and when he finally manage to place his feet on the peddle my heart swelled with pride. His face was absolutely priceless and victory was sweet!
Ever since that moment, my son and his bicyskil (as he would pronounce it) has been inseparable! Let the adventures begin!
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