Question

When I learned to ride a bike it was really scary. My dad held the seat and said, "Look at the horizon," so I looked at the trees and not at the wheel. When he let go I felt wobbly like a jelly and then for a little bit I was flying! I fell on the gravel and my knee hurt—big owie—but I got up. I tried again and again until my legs and hands knew what to do. Now I like riding because falling made me brave.

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Learning to ride was scary—my dad held the seat and told me to look at the horizon. He let go, I wobbled and fell on the gravel, hurt my knee, but kept trying until it felt natural; now I like riding because falling made me brave.