My first bicycle. I had also just turned 7 a few days prior, so after my birthday this was a real sweet treat.
My father took me to a large parking lot and proceeded to teach me how to ride my new bike for the first time.
He of course was aware of falling off a bike and asphalt, so he took his time to teach me a few yards at a time, running along side me in case I tipped over. Of course I did lean over very precariously several times, him grabbing my bicycle to prevent a fall...
Then one day he pushed me off and I pedaled away like I had been riding a bicycle all my life. I didn't fall and I was so proud of myself-I then pedaled back to him and we both met each other with huge smiles and cheers!!
BTW, we lived in Phoenix, AZ at the time. Good thing. With snow, ice and nasty winter weather in most places except in the southwest, there is no way I could have learned how to ride a bicycle at that time of year.