After presents were all opened, my daddy and I took her outside. An unusually warm Christmas, there was no need to put a jacket on. I grabbed the tall upright handles and walked the bike down the driveway. I lined it up next to the curb. The seat was adjusted so that I could sit on the bike and put one foot on the curb. Leaning in I propped my left foot on the pedal. “Now push off and keep looking straight ahead”, Daddy said. He knew if I looked down or slowed, the bike would wobble and fear would win. So I pushed off pedaling fast, fear and excitement went through me. “Don’t look down” I whispered to myself. For fear of stopping too fast, I slowed down enough to gently fall to the curb, my right foot out to brace myself. I got off my bike and turn it around and rode back.
Turns took awhile. The curb was my friend.
I have faced many fears since then. But the same questions still pop up in my mind to this day.
What if I fall?
What if I fail?