A couple of weekends ago, the kids went down to bio-dad's for a visit. He'd bought a small motorbike, and after careful explanations and safety discussions, Lucas hopped on for a ride. Bio-dad tells me that he did great, going in slow careful circles, getting the feel for the thing. Brett, not quite too big for it, and not to be outdone by a younger sib, asked for a turn. Brett started out fine, completing the circuit almost flawlessly. Coming back towards the group of them though, he apparently forgets where the brake is and panics. His legs slip out and he hangs on by the handlebars before wiping out.
His dad gets over to him and helps him back up. "Are you okay? Is anything broken?"
Brett looks up from his scraped elbow, "Just my self esteem."
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