I was in the shower this morning and for some reason started daydreaming about what it might be like to teach you how to ride a bike without training wheels.
Beyond the G.I. Joe airplane that I got for Christmas one year, learning how to ride a bike with no training wheels is one of my earliest childhood memories.
My mother and I lived in a townhome in North Carolina and there was a long grassy hill — not too steep — on the side of our house. That’s where I learned to ride a bike without training wheels.
Depending on who you ask, you might get one of two versions about how this all transpired.