The first time we rode a bike without training wheels was remarkably euphoric.
We may have only been on the rocky pavement of an obscure suburb, but the freedom afforded by being able to cycle up and down those pothole-clad streets felt akin to racing down a never-ending freeway somewhere in America. With wind in our hair and pedals beneath our feet, we finally understood the concept that the world was, in fact, our oyster.
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