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Teacher with Two Wheels


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 small wave of panic and excitement hit me. After pedalling nervously, I realised that I had accomplished my goal.

Just like that, the problems in our life seem hard to handle at first but when we overcome our fear, we will realise that we’re capable of achieving anything with a bit of patience and hard work.

After all, our life also needs a good balance.

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  1. the_tinypotato20 December 2018 at 13:54

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  2. the_tinypotato20 December 2018 at 13:59

    I remember falling on my face a couple of times, scraping my knees and bruising my elbows and getting a tooth broken too 😂❤️

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  3. virtualboi20 December 2018 at 14:28

    Great work🔥

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  4. WONTON WONDERLAND20 December 2018 at 14:44

    ❤❤

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  5. Janani20 December 2018 at 15:27

    So good!👌 You made me to recollect my childhood memories!keep going..👏👍

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  6. PadmaVenkat4 March 2019 at 18:22

    Enjoyed the simple and smooth ride.

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