How I did it: At 17 years old I still had not learned how to ride a bike. When my boyfriend heard this he was appalled at my lack of childhood and set out to change things. One sunny afternoon he rolled a bicycle out of his garage and ordered me on the strange and scary contraption. After a couple of hours I was still quite shaky, but I was racing up and down the street with wind in my hair, my smile overwhelming my entire face.

Lessons & tips: Don't be afraid! Don't feel silly, and if you feel like you're falling, try to aim for the grass.

Nov 25, 2008, 01:18PM PST | 0 comments | 6 cheers