I’ve had the privilege of ‘training’ three kids to ride bikes. As those of us who ride bikes know, there is no way to explain how to do it. Running alongside the kid with a hand on them (or on the handlebars) is useless. Training wheels are useless. The only way for the kid to ‘get it’ is to allow the bike to fall: only when they start to fall, and they instinctively jerk the handlebar the other way, will their muscles ‘understand.’
It only took a couple hours with each kid... pushing them up to speed and then letting go. They’d fall, there would be tears, and we’d try it again. And, then, after several scraped knees and bruised shins, that magical moment would occur when some little cluster of neurons finally makes the new connections, and voila... they’d be bike riders. All the tears and frustration would be replaced by euphoria.
Clearly a two or three year old, perhaps, is better off with a scooter or balance bike. But, as an old fart, watching 7 and 8 year olds in the park riding ‘balance bikes’, I get the sneaking suspicion that the parents are stretching out a couple-hour process to a couple-month or year process merely because they can’t permit themselves to let the kid wipe out.
Don’t even get me started with swimming...