Meghan - Learning to Ride My Bike

When I was about five or six, I learned to ride my bike. My helmet was on and bright green sandals on my feet. Dad held my bike up as I peddled. He told me he would hold on, but as I peddled he let go. I finally fell in the grass. I was very glad he taught me, though. There wasn't a better teacher than my Dad.

-Meghan