Training Wheels

Marlon held the handlebars and thrust forward on the bike, foot on the pedal. He tried to lift his leg over but fell. He fell a total of three times. No one taught Marlon how to ride the bike, and scraped knees and palms were what he had to show for it. He sat on the curb, head in his knees, the bike on the floor beside him, wheel still clicking with the revolution. “I’ll just keep falling, but mum says never let the fear teach you what you can and can’t do.” He picked up the bike and tried again, but ran into a lightpole. After cursing, he tried it one last time, though this time, he did it downhill, to go with the flow of gravity. Then he grew a smile on his face. An awkward smile because his face wasn’t used to it.

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