There is something, when we were children, that made us the happiest children in the world.
There is something that, when we were children, we saw for the first time and it was the best thing we could see.
Even today there is something that makes us look up and open our mouth when it happens.
That thing is “the first time.”
We hardly forget it the first time. The first time we meet a friend, the first time we make a solo journey, the first time we win and the first time we lose.
And then? And then she, the first time par excellence. The first time with the bicycle without wheels.
Someone remembers it well the first time by bicycle. The father who keeps it, someone who encourages him. Eyes that look forward and down and lack of fear. Yes, because when we are children and we mount our saddle for the first time, fear does not belong to us.
And that absence of fear is the first contact with love. And that love, for some of us, never ends: love for the bicycle.
We want to know who of you remembers the first time by bicycle and we would like to tell us about it.
