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I still remember when I first learned how to ride a two-wheeled bike. I had a four-wheeled bike which I enjoyed to ride, but my father detatched the two ancillary back wheels to teach me how to ride a two-wheeled one. At first, I thought it would be easy to learn because it didn\'t seem difficult when I saw others riding two-wheeld bikes. However, the sense of riding two-wheeled bike was pretty different from what I thought and I believe that it was especially tough because I learned from my father. He didn\'t show any tolerance. I practiced in a way of riding with him holding the back of the bicycle, but he repeatedly let it go without me noticing. As a result, I tumbled lots of time and got abrasion on my knees. But my father didn\'t let me take a break, I had to practice riding continuously. The process of learning how to ride a two-wheeled bike was harsh but because of that intense experience, I\'m now quite proficient in riding bikes.

Hello, Ms. [Name]! Your dad sounds like he was tough, but it clearly pushed you to get the hang of it. All those scrapes and falls must have been frustrating, but it\'s cool that the hard experience made you a confident rider in the end. Sometimes the tough way really works!