When I was growing up took place in the story as many of the stars in the sky, countless numbers of which have a very deep thing, and that is by bike.
In my six-year-old when grandpa bought me a bicycle, as the wheels are about the bike, so it will not fall. Frequently as a child to ride, then ride a little love, has been placed on the garage, since the plot has been covered by a thick layer of ash.
One day I go home I saw a tall and almost high-skilled boy riding a bicycle to the area where high speed, power and prestige really ah! I want to go home after quarreling with her mother on the bike s two wheels removed. Mom said to me: small wheel, you will fall down by the pain. I said: I do not Pateng. Finally, I fail to beat the mother, only two small wheels removed.
The next day happened to be Sunday, the weather was fine in particular, my mother has to rest at home. She took early in the morning, I called up, I wonder what my mother asked, her mother said: Today you are taught to ride a bike. I am ecstatic, quickly changed pajamas. To bike from the garage to launch the beginning I held on to her mother riding a bike, his mother a hand-song, I fall on the legs in the air. I finally could not insist on, shouted out: I do not practiced. Furious and ready to go home. Then my mother said to me loudly: coward, it can not stand the pain all, we must not afraid of hard work, can not give up halfway. And then she gently said: I am sure you will succeed!
