My grandson Tate learned to ride a bike. My son, Jeremy took his training wheels off his little bike. Tate is four years old. I am proud of Tate for learning to ride a bike at an early age. I hate to admit how old I was when I learned to ride a bike. Nine years old. I know that is terrible. I have lots of excuses for being slow to ride a bike. I blame part of it on my brother. He tried to teach me to ride a bike the same way that he taught his own children. Place the child on a bike and shove it down a hill. He would also make a good swim instructor. He would have all kids stand by the side of the deep end of a pool and shove them in. Sink of swim. Back to the bike riding story. My first solo ride ended in a crash. Needless to say this slowed down my bide riding progress.
I am getting ready to play at a concert in two weeks. I am going to do this concert different than some I have done in the past. I am going to take only a song list. I might put what key the song is in on my list. This will help me to stretch myself when it comes to performing music. This is similar to taking training wheels off a bike. Ride or crash, Sink or swim. Sure I might forget a few words but that will give my performance an American Idol feel to it. Here I go, off with the training wheels.
I am getting ready to play at a concert in two weeks. I am going to do this concert different than some I have done in the past. I am going to take only a song list. I might put what key the song is in on my list. This will help me to stretch myself when it comes to performing music. This is similar to taking training wheels off a bike. Ride or crash, Sink or swim. Sure I might forget a few words but that will give my performance an American Idol feel to it. Here I go, off with the training wheels.