- After two weekends of trying to shed my training wheels, I'd just ridden almost a full lap around the local track. Euphoria! But where'd dad go? Then I noticed two women by the bleachers. They weren't watching me, but something about them caught my eye and -- Oop! Down I went. Six-year-old me and my shiny red Sears bike, all a-tangle in the dust.
Dad came running over. "You were doing so well -- what happened?"
"I was looking at those ladies," I mourned.
He laughed and delivered this fatherly wisdom: "Looking at ladies will always knock you over."
P.S. (later): I won.
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