Mounting the bicycle I’ve known for years Gripping the ridged rubber handlebars Continuous confidential shouts coming through my ears Despite painful memories that left permanent mental scars I push off pedaling to my heart’s content Wind whistling passed my face Making steep turns, feeling how racers feel after finishing a lap without scratches or dents As I head back to my place I realize I’ve spend too fast and in front is a wall Definite disastrous danger awaits I squeeze the brakes like a maniac to prevent my crash and fall “Eeeeeekk!” My ties screech to a stop with a few inches to spare from the wall that held my fate Dismounting, I realize something peculiar, while still dazed No training wheels. Happy, excited thoughts enter my mind. Among them, I feel the most amazed.