My Allie learned how to ride a bike.
She's smart as a whip (and whips are smart) but when it comes to physical activity, she can be compared to a beginner trapeze artist.
She falls when she runs...
She trips going up the stairs (she gets that from me)
She's clumsy when holding anything while walking(she gets that from her dad)
I remember a time time when i had to pick her up from school early and she saw me sitting at the end of the hall waiting and she started running and tripped over her 2 feet, and fell right into my lap.
But apparently pigs really do fly, heck freezes over and the fat lady sings because after 2 years of trying, she learned to ride a bike. The key was, we told her "no matter what happens Allie...just.keep.peddling."
Except for when you run into the back of a parked truck on the side of the road because you got nervous that someone else was also riding a bike and coming down the street towards you at the same time and you "had to do something" to save yourself.
(Allie starting to get the hang of it, and trying to avoid the other biker that dared come down the street at the same time.)
(Falling)
(It's so important to have a coach that's there to catch you, or watch....either one)
(SUCCESS)
(this is how it's done)
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