Dad taught me to ride a bike. I don’t specifically remember it, but I know he either held the bike and ran beside me or gave me a push. I know because that’s normal “teach a kid to ride a bike” behavior. And like most kids, I probably fell a few times before getting the hang of it.
When the time came for me to teach my two children, I followed the same pattern. I placed my hands on their bikes and steadied them until they got going. Eventually they looked back and saw they were riding on their own and didn’t need my hands. Read more...
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