Bicycle Blunders
I have written here in the past about having dyspraxia, a minor special need which makes me clumsy and hopeless at anything remotely practical. Today I'm going to share my story of learning to ride a bike, something which was greatly affected by dyspraxia though I didn't know as much at the time. The story begins much the same as everyone else's. The time came when my parents decided I was probably old enough to ride a bike and purchased one for me. It came with stabilisers and I rode around the patio on it perfectly happily. But then the time came to remove the stabilisers. I was taken across to the playing field at the end of the street and sat upon my small bike. My Dad would start pushing me and telling me to pedal and I would obliging do so. Then eventually my Dad would try letting go and I'd quickly lose my balance and topple over. This is normal but the difference with me is I never seemed to get much better. The best I'd get was falling over a short way ...