Driving in our time was learned in three stages,

Step 1 - Scissors

Step 2 - Stick

Step Three – Ass…

At that time my height was 24 of them, which was equal to our shoulders when answering, so it is not possible to ride a saddle.

*"Scissors"

was an art in which we entered between the triangles formed in the bicycle frame and rode with both feet on both pedals.
And when we rode like that, we'd puff out our chests and stick our faces out from behind the handlebars and *"clean" and ring the bell so people could see that the guy was riding a bicycle.
Today's generation is deprived of this "adventure". They don't know that riding a 24-inch bicycle at the age of eight or ten was like flying a "plane".
I don't know how many times we've broken our knees and broken our mouths and the amazing thing is that it didn't hurt, after we fell we just stood still looking around while cleaning our underwear.
Now technology has advanced so much, children start riding a bicycle at the age of five, that too without falling. Two-foot bicycles have arrived, and the children of the rich now ride directly, with smaller bikes available in the market.
But today's kids will never understand that balancing on a big bicycle at such a young age was the first lesson in life! Earlier there used to be a series of "responsibilities" where you were given the responsibility to now be able to grind wheat.
From here ride a bicycle to the mill and from there ride a scissor back home.
And believe me, it was a great pleasure to carry out this responsibility.
And it is also true that the tradition of "scissors" died out after us.
We are the last generation in the world who learned to ride a bicycle in three steps!

First step scissors

Second stage rod

The third step is the ass.

🌸 We are the previous generation, who sat in mud houses many times and listened to the stories of fairies and kings, ate food sitting on the ground, and drank tea on a plate.
🌸 We are the last people who used to play traditional games like Guli Danda, Hide and Seek, Khokho, Kabaddi, Kanche in the neighborhood fields with our friends as children.