by Juana González.
I have always loved horses. Therefore, when my father gave me my first bicycle as a gift which was shaped like a little horse with wheels..... I couldn´t believe it! My first exciting experiences were guaranteed, but, on the other hand, risk as well.
However, in those days I assumed with pleasure risky activities, especially related to my horse-bike.
I spent all my afternoons on my bicycle from place to place driving as fast as I could.
As a consequence, one of those afternoons my first fall happened. Moreover, my head was the first part of my body which crashed to the ground.
Immediately after my accident, I vaguely remember I felt a mix of feelings: surprise, fear, shock...
However, I stood up so quickly but a little bit frightened because a huge and painful bulge was growing on my forehead. Next day, apart from the reprimand of my mother and the pain on my forehead, I rode on my bicycle again.
To sum up, don´t you consider that this this experience from your childhood keeps repeating in a metaphorical way all along your lives? In other words, bicycles as your lives and falls as problems. To conclude, let me tell you about a Chinese proverb: “if you fall seven times, stand up eight”