"I'm doooing it! I'm doooing it!" I remember screaming at the top of my lungs. I was doing it. Mom was no longer holding onto the back of the bike seat. Gone were the rusted metal training wheels. Gone was that clinkity-clink sound which always followed as I pedaled. Nope, this was a glorious day. It was just me, two wheels, the pavement, velocity and the air. I was one with the wind. Sitting atop the plastic orange seat of my little maroon-colored bike, I remember thinking how it was truly…
