Grandma found a two-wheeled bicycle for me at a garage sale today. It is pink (which I normally don’t like, but it’s white too so it’s ok). The seat isn’t like the seat on Grandpa’s bike; it is really big like a big rectangle and it has lines going from one side to the other with cushion. I look at it and it makes me so happy to see the streamers on the handlebars and a basket on the front just like in the book I’m reading. But wait, there aren’t training wheels on it—I don’t know how to ride without them yet. Grandpa loosened the training wheels on my old bike so I can practice riding on the two wheels, and if I tip to the side I land on the training wheel. It made me feel like I was going to fall off though so I asked him to put it back to normal.
“We’ll put them back on for now; we can try again another time” he assures me.
I stare at that bike, I can feel those butterflies flying around in my belly.
“It doesn’t have training wheels” I point out.
“I know, hop on, I’ll sit on the back and be your training wheels” Grandpa says.
Jon rides his tricycle in a circle around us, ringing the bell.
“Don’t forget your helmet” Grandma reminds me.
I stand there for a minute after I buckle my helmet. I look up at Grandpa, not sure where to start, or if I even want to.
“Whenever you’re ready” he lets me know.
We’re pedaling up and down the street, to the cul-de-sac and back. This isn’t so bad. Grandpa’s feet are close to the ground so I can’t tip over, and I sometimes forget he is there. I pedal up the slant in the cul-de-sac and build up speed after I turn around, zooming down the street without even pedaling.
“Good! Now go to the other end of the street and we’ll do the same thing” Grandpa says.
We’re at the end of the street; it’s a bigger hill than the one at the other end. I stop and look back at Grandpa.
“Whenever you’re ready” he assures me.
I put my feet on the pedals. I can see Jon and Grandma in the driveway. I take a deep breath and start pedaling. I’m going faster. I can hear the wind whooshing in my ears. I zoom past one house, and another, and past Grandma and Grandpa’s driveway. Grandma and Jon are cheering. We come to a stop near the end of the street and I look at Grandpa.
“Why were they cheering?” I ask him.
Grandpa has a big smile on his face.
“You did it.”