*sigh* I kinda wish mine was 5 again and just starting school.
fishin wrote:*sigh* I kinda wish mine was 5 again and just starting school.
Kinda wish mine was 25 and just starting work.
Boomer--
Congratulations! You survived.
Soz--
The first Mr. Noddy didn't believe in training wheels. My first born, flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone was conspicuously uncoordinated.
Working from a corner of a neighborhood park (grass is softer than asphalt), I'd help balance the bike when he mounted. Then we'd count the number of pedal revolutions before he had to stop.
One-to-three goes quickly; three-to-ten is very slow. Once the kid can do twelve revolutions, she'll be up and away.
