When I was first learning to ride a bike I was 5 years old. My Dad would hold the bike steady for me, and run down the road to get me going. Then he'd let go and I didn't even know I was doing it by myself.


Biking has been one of the passions of my life. I haven't done much of it in the past few years. I've been concerned about safety being alone or in traffic.


I was thinking about the process of learning about it though. I fell, my dad was there, ready to pick me up and throw me back on the bike. I've fallen a few times in the past year. I've had a lot of people reading to dust me off, pick me up, encourage me and just be there for me. It's been such a help and I appreciate it so! I know I'll fall again, skin my knees, get back up, learn, rest, heal and get better. I excited for the process.