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Memories

Game 121

The day the hand let go

Finding your balance

The game's question

Start slowly with the story, then let the memory pick up speed by itself.

Almost everyone has the same picture: an older hand holding the saddle, the handlebars wobbling, then that wonderful moment when the hand lets go… and you keep going. A first bike often stays with you: its colour, its bell, the street or lane where you learnt. Who taught you to keep your balance, and where?

Your first ride, told your way

Need a hint?

Help with small questions: was it new or handed down? What colour? How many tumbles before it worked? The laughter is part of it. No bike of their own? A borrowed one counts too.

Why this game : Learning to ride, told again – a real childhood victory.

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