My (not so great) Childhood Memory

It was a wonderful day, a magnificent day. It was the day my father finally removed the training wheels from my bike. I felt like I had transformed from a baby into a “young lady” (at last). I held my head up high and proud as I sat on my bike and my father gave me a push from behind to get me started (I was a little too short to touch the ground). I started pedaling and felt the cool wind in my not so long hair. ...