Assignment 7

Riding a bike was something that was very difficult for me to learn. I didn't learn to ride my bike until I was eight years old. I was not really motivated to do it because I wasn't immediately good at it, and my dad is not very patient when it comes to trying to explain things to someone...especially a child. However, one weekend my older cousins came to visit, and their goal was to have me riding all up and down the street on my own before they left. I was motivated to go out and ride because they were there and actually wanted to teach me how to do it. They wanted to guid me through it. They showed me how it was done, and when I wanted to quit, they wouldn't let me. First, they actually made me get up and go outside and do it. Next, each one of them got onto the bike and showed me how to keep my balance, how to kick off from the ground, and how to stop the bike without putting my feet down. Next, they had me get onto the bike myself, and they took turns holding the seat while I tried what they had just shown me. After I had mastered that skill, they would let go of the bike. Later, they had me taking off and stopping by myself. Even though it took a long while before I completely mastered the task, one weekend put a big dent in everything I needed to know.