my dad.<br />
I was on the bike and dad was holding the back carrier and said "son hold the handle and put your legs on pedal and start pedalling"<br />
I replied "no way.. I will not. U will let me go and I will fall, as U will let go the carrier"<br />
dad said " trust me son..I am your father"<br />
I replied " I will think & talk about it when I turn 40"<br />
thats the way I learnt.<br />
Love you DAD.
love the answer:)
wow that's so nice, i wish i had had a dad like yours... :)
My neighbor put me on the bicycle at the top of a hill and gave me a push. I've been riding since
They did. They instructed me to pedal hard once I had my balance
My sister, she was 4 1/2 yr. older than I and determined that I would learn before starting kindergarten. She was very patient with me and I was very determined!
My father taught me how to ride a bike - result: I ran him off the road.<br />
My father taught me how to ski - result: I ran him off the slope.<br />
My father taught me how to walk - result: I ran him over.<br />
My father taught me how to troll - and I've been trolling him since.
it was from a sweetest senior girl from my school.
Me. I was about 8. After my cousin had tried for ages to help (he was 6 years older) without success. I just took my bike from the shed one day, out onto the road and started riding (side road, and back in the 50s, little or no vehicles around). I remember I fell off 3 or 4 times, then got on and managed to stay on. Still remember going home and how proud I was to tell Mum & Dad I could ride my bike now !
my sister taught me how to ride bike, straighten my hair and how to put on eye liner
sister's are awesome!
My sister is awesome!!!!
Our next door neighbours 16 yro daughter, she said climb on hold tight and pedal like theres no tomorrow, later i discovered she was the local bike. . that was many many moons ago now. and im still pedaling today. lol
My father. He was a great teacher, he wouldn't let me give up. Even after i rode into the grill or the garage or the tomato garden or into the house or......well you see where this is going.
Big Bird on Sesame Street.
My big sweet farmer Daddy, I miss him so, good Daddy's make for happy, self confident daughters who realize their worth.
Myself...no training wheels. Quite a difficult task...
my great grandfather at age 99 ,
I did...Taught myself to steer the next day. Mailboxes suck.
My dad did. He would hold and push my bike while I would pedal. When he believed I was confident enough and had enough balance, he'd let me go. Sometimes I'd fall and he'd help me up and remind me not to give up. Then one day he was cooking bbq and I wanted to try without him. I fell though, but he helped me up and I tried again. He held the bike in balance for me and when I turned around I realized he already let go. And I was riding by myself. I learned how to ride a bike without training wheels when I was 5 years old.
I taught myself.
My Dad taught me to ride my bike. I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was an old stingray bike an I kept pestering him to let me try it alone. He walked along side of me for a few yards and then pushed me off. What a feeling I had that first time. Amazing how little things like spending a brief moment with your Dad teaches you so many life lessons.
My father. He bought me a beautiful blue bike (my favorite color) and had a horn put on it and a little white plastic basket with six pink, yellow and blue flowers on the front. It was beautiful.
Me, as there was no one else with any time to teach me. I enjoyed doing it though and every time I fell off, I just got back on until I could do it. I never even cried. I'm quite tenacious.