First you learned about it, you got all the excitement. You couldn’t get enough of it. You rode it every day. Happy. Amused. Brave. Then you had you first fall. It hurt, you cried, but you got back up on your feet, dust the dirt off, cleaned your wound and rode it again. And then you fell for too many times, you got sick of the pains, you stopped riding bike. Left it in the garage to dust.
we have never as young as this day