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The day I learned to ride a bike is a memory I will never forget. I was seven years old, and my dad had been trying to teach me for weeks. Every time I got on the bike, I would wobble and fall off within seconds.

One sunny Saturday morning, my dad took me to the park. He held onto the back of my seat as I pedaled, giving me confidence that I wouldn't fall. We went around and around the parking lot until my legs were tired.

Then something magical happened. I looked back and realized my dad had let go. I was riding on my own! I felt like I was flying. The wind rushed past my face and I couldn't stop smiling.

I rode all the way to the end of the parking lot before I realized I didn't know how to stop. I ended up crashing into a bush, but I didn't care. I had done it. I had finally learned to ride a bike.

That day taught me that with practice and patience, I can accomplish anything. My dad says he was proud of me, but I think I was prouder of myself.