The little girl on the Big Wheel

I was 3 years old.  I was pedaling madly behind my 41/2 year old friend crying cause my little legs just couldn't go as fast.   I didn't give up.  

What is it about the reactions and emotions we have as a young child and how we develop into adults.  While everyday I remind my self that I don't have to catch the 4 1/2 year old on the big wheel, I do have to enjoy riding that low slung toy.  

Now, I have converted my energy into other endeavors.  My recent favorite (picked up a couple of years ago), DH mountain biking, which I do to scare my self and challenge my mind to stay within 'me'.  It works.  My mind is totally silent when I am riding, especially a technical feature, the peace is beautiful and therapy is free, well sorta.