Do you remember your first bike, and the day your parents removed your training wheels? I remember mine.

It was two weeks after my sixth birthday. I went out to the garage to find my bike leaning on it’s kickstand. Kickstand, where are my training wheels?

I was terrified and angry, ” Dad, someone broke my bike!” I screamed as I ran back into the house.

He came out and looked at it, “It’s OK, . . . → Read More: Success Lessons From A Child