Learning the Bicycle
This was an old bit of writing dated: April 21, 2010. Fast forward to today, I decided to include into this blog, as it is a piece of myself. And yes, in terms of memory lane, I went as far back as my childhood life in the Philippines. This was before 1986. Learning the Bicycle Here is a story of how I learned to ride a bike, and the pattern it had set me for life. Yet, only recently, I had realized this pattern. My parents were buying a bicycle for my sister. As for me, I was outright refusing a bicycle. Yet, regrettably, it was I, not my sister, who ened up riding that bike more often. Or at least, it appeared that way in my memory. With the training wheels on, I rode it where ever I could. Eventually, one or both of the training wheels would break. If only one broke, then I still would ride it. In the case of both, then I'd wait (or ask) for them to be replaced. One day, my neighbor decided to help me. Why? I'll never know. On this day, she held the sea