Well, the time has come. Now that I am nearly 6 years old, it's time to cut the cord, or take off the training wheels anyway. The right training wheel had this amazing squeal to it every single time I rode my bike. If there had been any deer around, they surely would have ran away. I thought it was totally fine but Mommy had a fit every time she heard the noise. Frankly, I didn't want to hear her whine about it anymore.
Daddy set to work taking off my training wheels. I had to supervise, of course.
We started off with Daddy running behind me.
It's kind of hard to learn with a brother around. He kept chasing after me and nearly knocking me down. He still has has training wheels on, in case you hadn't noticed.
I GOT IT! I rode by myself!!! I am so excited!
Boy, riding on two wheels sure is tiring!
I guess that's life, when you're almost six.
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