Back in 1st grade, I taught myself how to ride a bike. I always wanted to ride my bike with the "big kids" around the neighborhood. I was extremely excited, and every time I would ask my parents to teach me, they would say, "later" or "tomorrow". Soon, I became annoyed and told my parents, that I didn't need their help. It was a struggle. It took almost a week just to balance on two wheels. I didn't start moving until two weeks later, and no one would help me because of what I said. I remember the first time I started moving. I barely reached my neighbors house, before I ran into their garbage can on their curb. That was the day I gave up. I had fallen off of my bike and scraped my knee. I took about a three week break, before I saw the older kids again. It took me another week to finally fully learn. After I became one of the "cool kids" that knew how to ride their bikes. All I needed to do now was learn how to do tricks, which would take another month or so. Today, whenever I feel like giving up on a task, I think back to the time I learned to ride my bike. It's important to never give up. What have you taught yourself to do? Did you give up easily?