There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
Sharing a precious childhood memory for,” My Earliest Memory”, a topic suggested by the members of Write Tribe, a group of prolific, creative and fun-loving bloggers. I have been tagged by Pixie’s Take On Everything. Her lovely Post can be read here http://mytakeoneverything9.wordpress.com/2014/02/01/my-earliest-memory/
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in. ~Robert Brault
My Childhood Memory
And when I press my nose to the pane and peep into this magical garden of fragrant memories, I see an abundance of joy, love and affection. There are so many happy memories I would love to share with my friends, but will curb my enthusiasm and recount this particular one that brings a smile to my lips every time I recall it.
I was born in a middle-class family and though we had all the necessities of life, luxuries were another matter altogether. When I was studying in class three I’d wanted to learn to ride a bicycle; but we had a sturdy Atlas cycle at home, nothing fancy like the ones my kids had growing up and I wasn’t as heavily built as I am now, so balancing its weight was another challenge.
I don’t know if many of you would be familiar with the way kids used to cycle when they couldn’t sit on the seats. We would slip our right foot from under the bar and cycle, standing tall on the pedals. It required acrobatic ability and skilful manoeuvring. We used to call it the scissor style cycling (Kenchi).
My father didn’t discourage me from riding his big bicycle even though I was barely tall enough to reach the handle bars. That was the first lesson I learnt from him, no challenge is tough enough and if you have the will, you can meet your goals. “When the going gets tough, the tough get going”, was another of his favorite quote.
He held on the seat of the cycle while I stood on the pedals and ran with me the first few steps, instructing me to focus on the road ahead and pedal at an even pace. Knowing that he was with me and had my back, gave me the confidence to speed up and reach the end of the street I was cycling on. On reaching the end I found out that he had stopped midway after making sure that I had control of the cycle.
The memory of that day has stayed with me and helped me meet many goals in life. The confidence instilled in kids at an early age moulds them into responsible adults and fills their lives with positivity and self-belief. Thank you dad, for holding my bike steady and showing me how to move ahead in life.
By Sulekha Rawat