My brother, who is five years younger than me, wanted to teach me... but I kept crashing!
Then my grandmother came out into the garden and said to my brother, ‘That's not how you teach someone!’ and showed him how to do it properly. She didn't know how to ride a bike. My legs were already covered in bruises, haha.
Well, better your legs are bruised than your head. I crashed my bike so many times as a kid, usually doing something dumb, I'm surprised I survived.
As a child, you don't think about the consequences, but you know what? The secret is that as children we don't have those voices that say... everything will go wrong... we believe that anything is possible, that's why we don't die, because we can overcome anything without voices.
Yeah, I was happy to push the limits, got fucked up a few times because of it but that's ok, life isn't always easy.
They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, well done! Every battle makes you a better warrior.