Shiny spokes, sturdy pedals and a big basket. My first bicycle holds a lot of fond memories. It was the easiest way for my parents to bribe me into studying harder. Although it never happened, my parents got me one anyway. The art of balancing a bicycle was one of the greatest achievements in my childhood. Just like a bird spreading out its wings and flying without falling for the first time, it was a liberating feeling. From that point, my bicycle became my most reliable friend. From riding it to school every day, attending tuition classes in the evening, taking part in friendly races and learning to ride without using the handle bars, I spent a lot of time with it. But what a bicycle taught me was more than just riding skills. It taught me important lessons in life. If balancing a bicycle had been simple, I wouldn’t have appreciated the patience, concentration and perseverance it required. I distinctly remember the moment after the training wheels were removed. A...
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