Learn bicycle riding was one of the greatest wishes during the childhood.  I watched the riding of bicycle by elder boys in the street with great enthusiasm. Then I thought it was one of the most enchanting technique by which one can go from one place to another without walking. Just roll on wheels to anywhere as you liked and it was like flying of the bird freely in the air. My request for learning the bicycling was finally agreed by my father and has engaged one of my cousin brother to teach me.  I was little bit fat on those days.  I found it very difficult to climb up the cycle and balancing without falling down. We did not own a bicycle, hence were to hire one from the nearest bicycle shop. Somehow with the help of my cousin brother I managed to balance with great effort. One day evening after school my ‘bicycle teacher’ the cousin brother left his cycle   at our door step without locking. I was thrilled to ride alone, got hold of the cycle and climbed on it. I tried to give side to a car coming on the opposite direction, which threw me off into a bid ditch.  When I was conscious I was in bed in hospital with heaviness of plastered broken leg and hand. The sad thing is this has delayed my independent bicycle riding for another two years.

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