I Don't Know How To Ride A Bike

Once, as a child, I was biking in a gated neighborhood of ex-patriots in Chiang Mai, Thailand. I was with my only friend at the time who I connected with only on Nintendo DS games and our recent discovery of liquid eyeliner. I had to de-mount the bike and walk it around corners, a fact I was very insecure about. Near my friend’s house, I was startled by what I understood to be a hot French family. I went flying off the bike in front of them and tore my palms and knees. The family reacted with what I understood to be hot French concern. I have no idea what they actually said. I shamefully walked the bike back to my friend’s house and I have not been on a bicycle since. That was 11 years ago.