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We’ve got a couple of bikes in the garage for Coop and Cammy. They have training wheels on them. The hill we live on - not real conducive for learning how to ride a bike. Unless you are training for the X-games. Or the luge.

So, me being the terrible dad that I am, Cooper doesn’t know how to ride a bike yet. He’s scared to death to take off the training wheels.

“Will I fall, daddy?”

“Yep.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Well - alot of things. Like are you riding on concrete or grass? Do you just fall down or is a royal wipe out, complete with sliding four houses down?”

“I like my bike with the wheels on.”

What a 7 year old doesn’t get is the freedom and the rush of traveling without the training wheels. But he’s not ready to give them up yet. He’s doesn’t quite believe me that riding a bike without the training wheels is better than with them on.

Then it hit when I was reading Ozzie -