I don't remember how old I was when I learned to ride, must have been about 6 or 7, I think. My family did things like running behind holding the seat (banana seat bike) until I learned balance. I guess they must have known that I knew how to do it and were getting frustrated with me not having the confidence to just do it, because one day my dad took me outside to the sidewalk and said, "Get on your bike and ride to the end of the block." I thought he was crazy, but I got on, pushed off and pedaled to the end of the block & back. I knew how to ride from then on because you didn't mess with my dad.