"Open up and say AAaaaAhhHhh!!!~!~"

I was on my way out from my home today and as I was reversing my car, I saw these 2 small brothers ( my neighbor's sons ) in the middle of the road. The elder brother said it was ok. He said to the younger brother that he would be fine. The elder brother was holding on tight. But I know thats what scared the little brother. I knew the elder brother was there holding on tight, keeping his little brother from falling. But i also knew that if the elder brother would let go, and the little brother would fall. The little brother would get hurt. I had this learning-how-to-ride-a-bicycle experience before and I know the little brother was more scared of his elder brother letting go of him, than of falling.

I was like seven years old when I first learn to ride a bicycle. My sister tried her best to teach me. Each time she would hold on to the bicycle, waiting for the right time to let go. But, I was scared. Each time she held on, I was dreading the second she would let go. Ohh fux no! Don't let go! Learning to ride a bicycle is a nightmare. I seemed to ride it perfectly, even when my sister wasn't holding on, as long as I didn't know about it.The second I realized she had let go, I would come crashing down.

Sheer frustration, prompted me to take the fuxing bicycle out on my own one day to see what would happen. I hesitantly put my right leg on the pedal, and thought long and hard before I took my other leg off the ground. OK, here we go baby. 2 seconds later, I came crashing down on the floor. It hurt, yes, but surprisingly I wasn't scared. A few falls later, a determined confidence came over me. I told myself that now I wouldnt fall. I took my legs off the ground and pushed at the pedal with as much force as I could. I was moving. Yes, I was wobbling, shaking at first but soon enough, the bicycle gained momentum.

As I moved, the wind breezed through my face, as though sharing the joy that I felt at that minute. It was sheer ecstacy to cut through the wind. It felt amazing to be in control of that thing, called my bicycle.The clinging sound of the bell was to me, the best sound I could ever hear. It was my way of announcing to the world that I had arrived too.The bicycle listened to me. It obeyed every command that I gave it. The faster I went, the better it made me feel. I wasn't falling down anymore. I could do it too. I could do it on my own.

When I reversed my car out from my house compound, I saw that little boy on a black bicycle with little stickers all over his bicycle. His elder brother, was holding on to him, gently cajoling him to move and not be afraid. It not only brought back a smile on my face, but also a plethora of memories. I smiled at the little boy, as I drove past him. I know that he will learn too. He will learn to ride the bicycle without someone holding on to him. He will also learn a lesson, that he would use through the rest of his life . It was just like riding the bicycle. Once u learn it, you never forget it. Its somewhere in some corner of the brain. We, sometimes just choose not to see it.