It was great because he had so much trouble with it, so I had had to run alongside supporting him (crickyback) when he finally realised he could do it with me letting go, such a sense of shared achievement. One of the joys of having children.
Then cycling along a path to show mrs knees (who was picking some plums)
He veered off and down a steep bank and into a stream.
Triumph to tradgedy......except, he didnt mope and got back on again....to triumph again