Memory Lane

This place, I wish to capture the snippets of the memories I have from my childhood, which form the treasure trove for me to reminisce on.

I remember:

1. Being in Bandra Govt. colony. I was about 4-5 year old. My dad taught me how to ride the red bicycle. I had always admired that bike when I would visit my grandparents (Mamma and Babuji) in Ghatkopar. It was my cousin's bike.. an attractive cherry red color. One day, it was handed down to me.. and then my dad was teaching me how to ride. He had initially attempted to teach me how to balance on a full size black bicycle. Neither my legs would reach the paddle or barely my hands reaching the handle (can tell my dad had high expectations from me :) .....). I had freaked out and introduced myself to fear ;-). But the story was different on this little cute red bike. I quickly grasped the technique and was already paddling it fast and riding it away. Dad was holding the seat and running by me to make sure I would be fine. We were doing this on the street in Bombay, India with traffic around. Makes me think how comfortable we were with it compared to the upbringing of my kids now in US. One incident that stands out is.. there was some roadwork happing on the street on my first ride. I was still enjoying the ride not realizing my dad probably asking me to steer clear of that area. While I was about to drive into the pile of dirt and stones dug out, my dad had to help me out. In the process, he got a cut on his hand and it bled. I felt very sorry for him. I don't remember telling him about how I felt.. and I know I learnt to ride my bike.. so he just ignored the injury and we continued with the training.. but my mind goes into this dark abyss for the rest of the memory of this SNIPPET.