Day 1 of my annual trip to Taipei needs a bike ride to reorient myself and clear the jet lag. But of all the sights, smells and sounds of the ride my memory is captured by a little girl and her grandad, grabbing the space at the side of a small park to go through the rite of passage we have all shared.
Guided by a caring hand.
Getting up after the fall.
And then she goes.
It is a truth the world over. You never forget your first bike ride. She didn’t stop smiling, and neither have I since. In this busy city it was a quiet moment of joy to be shared.
I Do Not Despair 
Aww, this is exactly how I learned to ride! Every Saturday afternoon my grandad would take me to the park with my bike. Heart-warming post, thanks for sharing
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That’s surely one of the reasons Grandads were invented!
Thanks for reading
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A moment of shared grace, so simple, so lovely. Thank you for sharing it with us. I shall smile when it graciously pops into memory today.
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You are welcome
Thanks for reading.
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I was with my partner, Jack last year when we were both in Toronto and he was trying to find a bike as a gift for his first grandchild who was already 10 yrs. old but didn’t have his own bike. It was actually difficult to find a bike to fit the boy…
But got one and helped boy ride a bike for first time.
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I believe that giving someone their first bike ride is one of the greatest pleasures in life.
So pleased for you both, that sort of thing remains in the memory.
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