QotD: It's Like Riding A Bike

Who taught you how to ride a bike?

My dad. I still remember it, and thinking of it, it is one of the most vivid memories i have left of him. We were at this traffic park (i don't know if you have them in your part of the world, but basically it's a bunch of streets with traffic signs and all, resembling the streets of a small town but meant for kids and their bikes).  I felt very wobbly but my dad said just pedal on and i'll hold on to your bike for as long as is needed. 

I pedal'ed and wobbled, my dad jogged behind the bike. In fact, i can still hear his steps now.

Eventually my biking started to get stable enough for me to actually trust my own biking. I believed i looked behind and my smiling dad told me that he'd already let go of the bike long ago!

In retrospect, i don't know how that didn't turn out to be the penultimate trustbreaker, but it wasn't.  Instead, i learned how to bike.

Thanks dad. I'll teach my kids too.