The first time I rode a scooter
The first time I rode a scooter was an instance of utter ridiculousness. I look back at that day with mixed feelings of horror, confusion and pride. It is one of the few anecdotes that remain like a permanent scar in the back of my mind. It was a warm Saturday morning and my family as a whole was feeling extremely amused for no particular reason. The atmosphere held a lazy mood and nature itself seemed to retire away to what was the beginning of a calm weekend. My father gave in to my constant nagging and agreed to teach me how to ride our brand new scooter. Extremely excited, I jumped upon the vehicle with enough enthusiasm to break the stand. Thankfully, that didn't happen. Father told me to calm down and allow him to take the scooter out of the shed in the first place. Grudgingly, I agreed. At first, my father briefed me through the basics - how to start the scooter, how to turn the handle, how to maintain the balance and so on. I listened attentively with the curiosity of a t...