I didn't know about yin and yang. I didn't know about balance scales. When I was seven, maybe, I learned how to ride a bike. I fell on my face a thousand times, but I learned! I'm glad I can't forget. My cousin fell in a ditch while learning and ran into her brother too. I just stayed off the road and made out with the graveled drive way and sometimes the grass. Later, I graduated to the road where I taught myself how to ride one-handed and roll down a hill with no hands. I stopped after my dad told me his sister broke her arm that way. What's your story?