Random Memories #89
When my dad was teaching me how to ride a bike. I was probably around 7-8 at that time. So we were both at the park that was near my home so I can start practicing. I was a bit neurotic with the training wheels coming off. My dad was telling that if I’m going to fall to either side of the bike when I ride, you turn the opposite way to balance. So I followed his advice and when I did it, time stopped as my bike didn’t move and me and the bike fell hard on the cement. I was crying. My dad then told me I was supposed to turn the same direction as the bike as it’s about to fall to be stable. I got really mad at him for lying in the beginning while he was laughing it off.
And this is why I don’t like bikes anymore. Scarred for life LOLOL