My father loomed over me,
Holding onto the seat of my lovely pink bike,
My first ever bike without stabilisers,
I wanted to go faster, faster!
He let go and I pedalled hard
I watched the road whizz by,
Oblivious to the fact I was going solo.

Then, the agonising, throbbing pain,
My knee was on fire,
But I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't!

Hearing his booming voice in my head,
"Well done, I'm so proud of you"
Through the mists of my tears,
I made myself ride, cautiously, back
To my Dad