I don’t remember the moment that my life changed. I’m guessing it was in the blink of an eye, in the sudden removal of a hand, in the realisation that I was riding solo.
There are many rites of passage in life but none more eventful than learning to ride a bike. Is it the sense of independence, the wind on our face, the knowledge that we can do something without our parents help, the freedom to go places alone, the knowledge that we have what it takes to do this thing that at the beginning felt impossible.
Whatever it is, the fact that we have mastered this skill is somehow a life defining moment and for this 6 year old soon to be 7yrs old (3 weeks to go = you can start introducing yourself as 7 now apparently!) life has never been so good. He walks as if he is 10 foot tall; he oozes a new found confidence that I hope will last a life time. He is a conqueror, a warrior, a hero. He is BOY
Here then is Jasper the day he took one small step in his independence. My job here Gentleman is done, it’s a milestone we can tick off the list!
PS I miss my Chopper!