Like riding a bike

I remember when I was learning to ride my bike. I rode around the cement walls of the school yard at first. Not to worry about the walls. It wasn't prison like, just sunken because of being on a slope. The walls would help me upright myself when I was leaning too far to one side. I had training wheels on but was desperate to have them off. I practised relentlessly, falling more than a few times. Then one day, my dad took the training wheels off for a trial run without them and as my bike left the security of his hands, I was free!!! I was a eagle soaring from it's nest for the first time. It was glorious. It was a feeling I have never forgotten. I find myself thinking about this time in my early childhood a lot lately. That feeling is the one I am anxiously waiting to recreate. I know it's just around the corner but I can hardly stand it. My second fill is in two days and I hope I feel restriction. It has been two months since surgery and no restriction. I have been very patient but at times it's hard to keep practising with training wheels when you just want a chance to try without. To see if you can ride on two wheels. I am going to remain patient though. Once I learned to ride my bike on two wheels, I never forgot how and so many years later, I still ride with confidence...yes, even jumping the curb now and then.