I remember the day. I must have been almost 5 and got annoyed the training wheels stopped me from leaning into corners.
I got my dad to take them off. He held me up, gave me a push, and I crashed. I got back on, got another push and wobbled, then... there it was! And i rode off.

I'm 55 now, but I remember this so clearly. I remember the bike (a fixed gear little little kids bike) I remember the lawn I crashed on, the look on my Dad's face, the feeling of finding balance.

Thanks for giving me a chance to relive it.