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I'm 6 years old! My brother is 11. I'm so jealous of him because he can ride a bike. He even rides without his hands sometimes. I want to be as cool and free as he is. But, I'm a little scared. The wheels go so fast and the ground is rocky and hard. What if I lose my balance? My Daddy is behind me. He is telling me that I can do this. I trust him, he's kind and sweet. Surely he's not making me do something that will hurt me. Look at my brother! He's riding so fast. He leaves every morning to go places that I can only imagine. He comes home in the evening for supper and he's tired and so happy. His face is brown from the sun and wind. I want to go places! I tell Daddy that I'm ready for him to take my training wheels off. I'm ready to try. I watch as he takes the wheels off. I'm sad and scared and then I realize that I'm almost as free as my brother. I can do this! I will do this! My Daddy holds the back of my bicycle and he coaxes me onto my banana seat. The wind is whipping through my handlebar tassels. I can do this! I put my feet on the pedals and then I put one foot down. I'm so scared! My Daddy tells me that it's time. I put my other foot up and begin to pedal. I've been pedaling for years. It seems so easy. It is easy! I'm pedaling faster and faster. Daddy must be running fast now! He yells at me from a distance and tells me that I'm doing it! I am on my way to new places!