Losing my training wheels

When I was a young boy my Dad bought me a bike. I think I was about seven years old. It had an orange colour and training wheels, I didn't know how to balance my bike on 2 wheels so the two training wheels stopped the bike from falling over. The training wheels were raised slightly from the ground so it was possible to balance on 2 wheels and be aware of it with the training wheels on but if the bike tilted slightly then a training wheel would make contact with the ground and stop the bike from falling.

I wanted to be able to ride my bike on 2 wheels but 3 things are needed that I had to learn. Firstly, I had to balance my bike and secondly I had to sustain the balance long enough to gain momentum and thirdly I had to shift my weight slightly when I steered left or right. All these things could not be taught to me verbally, I had to figure it out for myself, just like when I learnt to walk. I will never forget the day I lost my training wheels.

One day I was riding my bike and I noticed that the training wheels were not touching the ground, I felt euphoria at that moment because I knew at that point that I was one with my small vehicle. It was a small thing but to me it was awesome. I was filled with joy. I remember taking my bike to the park one day and riding up and down, I think the park was called Montrose park, there was a train line on a dyke that ran parallel to the park and I remember racing a train on my bike.