Comments on: Unexpected talent: Teaching a kid to ride a bike http://deannahoak.com/2008/05/29/unexpected-talent-teaching-a-kid-to-ride-a-bike/ SF/F Copyeditor Fri, 09 Jan 2009 13:30:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.1 By: Delilah http://deannahoak.com/2008/05/29/unexpected-talent-teaching-a-kid-to-ride-a-bike/#comment-199161 Delilah Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:58:27 +0000 http://deannahoak.com/?p=473#comment-199161 I wish I'd read this 5 years ago when I taught my son. You are a much better teacher than I! Luckily, I haven't taught my daughter yet, so now I know what to do! It never occured to me to let them practice catching themselves. My son was more adventurous, but my daughter (6 now) doesn't like getting hurt. I don't know what special talent I might have. I'm good with babies, but I think that's just because they can sense I'm calm. I wish I’d read this 5 years ago when I taught my son. You are a much better teacher than I! Luckily, I haven’t taught my daughter yet, so now I know what to do! It never occured to me to let them practice catching themselves. My son was more adventurous, but my daughter (6 now) doesn’t like getting hurt.

I don’t know what special talent I might have. I’m good with babies, but I think that’s just because they can sense I’m calm.

]]> By: --E http://deannahoak.com/2008/05/29/unexpected-talent-teaching-a-kid-to-ride-a-bike/#comment-198700 --E Fri, 30 May 2008 01:06:21 +0000 http://deannahoak.com/?p=473#comment-198700 BAH! Kids are wusses today! I learned to ride a bike when I was about six years old. Two days after my dad taught my sister how to ride, I stole [1] my sister's bike, which was much too large for me, and taught <i>myself</i> to ride it, through trial and error, in about an hour. And I didn't wear no stinking helmet and gloves, either! And <i>then</i>... I went into the house, stole [2] a wrench, and removed the training wheels from my own bike, by myself. I left them on the front lawn and went whizzing down the street. Nothing motivates a kid more than an older sibling. Footnotes: 1. My sister had expressly forbidden me to take her bike, but she was at a friend's house down the street, playing inside. I nicked the bike right off the friend's front lawn. 2. I asked Mom for a wrench, and she said I couldn't have it. Then she shouldn't have left it in a drawer where a six-year-old could get at it while her back was turned, should she? BAH! Kids are wusses today!

I learned to ride a bike when I was about six years old. Two days after my dad taught my sister how to ride, I stole [1] my sister’s bike, which was much too large for me, and taught myself to ride it, through trial and error, in about an hour. And I didn’t wear no stinking helmet and gloves, either!

And then… I went into the house, stole [2] a wrench, and removed the training wheels from my own bike, by myself. I left them on the front lawn and went whizzing down the street.

Nothing motivates a kid more than an older sibling.

Footnotes:

1. My sister had expressly forbidden me to take her bike, but she was at a friend’s house down the street, playing inside. I nicked the bike right off the friend’s front lawn.

2. I asked Mom for a wrench, and she said I couldn’t have it. Then she shouldn’t have left it in a drawer where a six-year-old could get at it while her back was turned, should she?

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