~~~~ undecided

"Hey daddy! Look at me, look at me!"
Why isn't he watching? I pedal faster
"Daaaaaad over here! Look at what I can do!"

I love to ride my bike. Its like having my very own car. Except I never have to get any of that smelly gas stuff to keep it going. All I need is my legs and I can go anywhere I want! Anywhere in my neighborhood anyway. But I'm tired of my training wheels. I want to ride my bike on my own.

"Can we try again dad? I know I wasn't ready the other times you took my training wheels off, but I'm really going to get it this time."
Daddy takes my training wheels off but says that he is not going to put them back on. This is the 5th time he says, and my back hurts.

I guess I really better learn to ride.

Sitting on my bike with dad behind me holding me up, I give him a thumbs up. "Ready!" I say.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal.

When I turn to look at you, you're gone. You stand far away waving at me.
My heart falls to my stomache. Where are you?
Why did you let me go by myself? You knew you were going to do this the whole time.
I can't remember how to stop this thing.
And then I fall

Author's Note

I dont want to give too much away. This seems liike a simple story, yet it will play a larger part later on.