Creative challenge Day 1
I bought a 30 day creativity challenge box, so everyday I will have a mission to complete! I hope this box will rescue my boring and lazy life!
A memory about my childhood, I bet many of my friends already have heard of this story before! But I will share it here to let everyone laugh about my miserable lesson of how to ride a bike! Taught by my beloved, respectful mother!
So when I was a little kid my mom though I was retarded, not kidding! Cause my brother can learn everything in a seconds, but I would need hours! *To these days I still can’t do puzzle that have more than 30 pieces* She though I have a lower IQ or something was wrong with my brain, AKA I was 3 at that time! She brought me to a clinic have me checked out , bitch I was totally fine! But my mom struggled a lot when she needs to tutor my homework or teach me how to do puzzle.* Bitch, give me a break, why do I need to do puzzle, LOL*
Anyway teaching me had triggered my mom inner demon! So when I was 6 my mom though it was the time for me to learn a new skills, ridding a bike!
In one Sunday afternoon, my mom brought a mini, 2 wheels bicycle over and said let’s do this shit! I was like ok, here we go again. *Should be easier than doing puzzle *
I should further explain about the mini bicycle first, I said mini! The bicycle is actually for adult and is purposely designed for loosing weight! The wheel of the bicycle is very small, so you have to keep riding it rapidly to keep the balance.
kind of looks like this one, but in my memory mine is red!
Once again my mom though it will be easy, peacey to teach me how to ride a bike! She said your brother learn it in a minute, you should not take more than 10 minutes. Oh boy, mama you funny! Don’t you learn from your past experience, I am a god damn slow learner! The process started off in a peaceful, encouraging, motivating atmosphere ; 10 minutes later the inner demon had came to interrupt the cheerful environment. In that 10 minutes my mom pushed the bike and if I fell she would catch me, after the 10 minutes my mom thought I had brain problem and legs problem. She though I cannot control my feet, I kept loosing balance and fell was because I cannot use my brain to control my feet to keep it riding. So guess what approach did my mom do, to keep my legs in control!
Mami tided my feet to the paddles! She used some string to tide my feet on the paddle * If there is super glue available back then, I bet she will fucking glue my feet to the paddle, then I will become the next super hero fucking “MINIBIKE” woman* I believe you know what’s gonna happen, I was crying, felling, bleeding for 3 hours, freaking worst than puzzle! My mom just kept scolding me, and every time I fell I cannot get up on my own cause both of my feet got tide up! Mami would grab me up and scold at me, she was pissed and frustrated I got pissed and injuries. The most sarcastic thing was my aunt and my cousin were standing next to us, and laughed about it like they are watching a show from the circus. People are very brutal, I learned it back then! * That is why I build this website, because I want to be brutally honest*
At the end of the day I still cannot ride the bicycle! But magically in the next morning I can ride a bike like a pro, maybe god gave me some sympathy he did not want me to go through this shit again! Thank you jesus, god bless me forever please!
PS. My childhood definitely has affected me, cause now I always have some SM vibe! ;)
