I have told you before how grateful I am for my dad. When I was a young boy, my dad taught me to ride a bike. It was a memorable occasion, I am told. I don't remember much about the day but one thing that is clear in my mind is the apprehension that I felt with learning something new.
Think about when you first learned to ride a bike.
My dad held on to the back of the bike seat and followed along probably letting go, momentarily, to watch me unknowingly ride under my own power without my knowledge of what was really happening behind me. The panic would set in when I somehow suspected what he was doing. Then everything went wrong and I would lose my balance and end up on the ground. He would encourage me to just keep riding without looking back. That sounded good but there isn't a kid on the planet that understands that sound advice and believes what is being told to him, at the time, and that was the same way with me.
I am grateful to parents who always spent meaningful time with me and my siblings. I rode a bike just a few days ago. I even did it without running into something on the side of the road. Our boys are impressed, at times, that their dad can ride a bike. Quite frankly, I'm impressed too.
Those days of the past are neat to remember. My parents could probably tell you a lot better version of the story but suffice it to say...I learned how to ride and I have never forgotten its skill.
Keep on riding and keep making the memories that last for a lifetime.
