Monday Memoirs #28 (9/16-9/22) – How did you learn to ride a bike? This title made me laugh because I found my case funny. I am attending the Monday Memoirs 9/16-9/22, the title of which reads: “How did you learn to ride a bike”, by 
The title assumes that I learned and yes, it is possible that I had learned, but I did not continue. In my childhood there was a game show on television: an older man, who had a children's program, where children wrote to participate in the contests: well, I won a bicycle.
Obviously it wasn’t me who wrote it, the letter was written by my father in my name and we were lucky. The problem here was that the bike was big and I was about 7 years old, which is why they didn’t let me ride it, while they waited to exchange it for one that would work for me, in that process we moved from city to a house with a yard and my dad managed to exchange the bike; but they didn’t let me ride either because they were afraid of a fall and that I would ruin my legs, something my mother took great care of.
A young girl with scarred legs was very ugly, my mother said, with that she killed any illusion that I could have, for riding a bike and it was certain that I would have scrapes, because I didn’t wear long pants, only dresses and because I fell even when walking, I was surely going to fall learning to ride it; however, when they didn’t see me, because they were resting, I got on to pretend that I was riding it. Sometimes I would just ride her holding on to the handlebars.
I remember that I had a loose chain or rather, it was coming loose and that made the pedals spin freely, so I took advantage of achieving some kind of balance and pedaling quickly, without getting any movement. When I rolled something, I had the hands of an adult guiding me. That was my foray into the world of bicycles; I look with admiration at older ladies who pass by the front of the house riding these vehicles, some of them heavy delivery vehicles, they go so comfortably, running errands and I can't imagine doing even half of what they do.
Having a bicycle and being able to ride it is truly an important achievement because of the type of exercise you get with it, I think I would have liked to ride them. The idea of competition, of speed, of riding with another person on a ride, getting to know, enjoying a pleasant landscape seemed to me like something paradisiacal in my youthful visions, but at this age I don't dare to get on one.
My children had bicycles, one of them was run over by a truck, for riding at high speed through the streets, fortunately he is fine; but it was an experience that left a deep mark on me, and I think it also left a mark on my other three children, who had these devices when they were little to turn around in the yard of the house, but never to go out into the street.
The son who had this accident does have one and freely walks around the street and his oldest son also has a bicycle and rides with skill and care using it to solve situations.
Thank you for your kind reading.
My content is original.
I have used Google translator.
I regret not having photographs of those moments, so I used free ones from pixabay.
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