Don’t get shot!

I am embarrassed to say this but Daughter is nearly 12 and never had a bike.  Living in North Sydney it was easier to walk everywhere and after moving to the suburbs our street was a cut through so was exceedingly busy.  Now living in the Village Daughter has the opportunity to ride until her hearts consent with only one little hiccup.  I had never taught Daughter how to ride a bike.  I am a terrible parent.  Parent failure 101.  I hang my head with parental shame.

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As you know yesterday The Turk surprised Daughter with an extremely early 12th birthday present (her birthday isn’t until June and we will be in Australia on the celebratory day of her birth) of a beautiful, shiny new bike.  She was a little worried about not being able to ride and also she didn’t want her cousins to see her potentially fail so Daughter and I walked right up to the other end of the village where we found a nice quiet lane and yavaş, yavaş (slowly, slowly) Daughter slowly but surely learnt the art of riding a bike.

Our first attempt was a bit of a failure.  A car turned down the street and scared Daughter witless.  She yelled at the car as it went past, “student driver, student driver”.  I was laughing as she yelled but then she started wobbling, lost control, lost confidence and stacked the bike into a wall.  I was still laughing but only on the inside.

On her second attempt I ran alongside her to give her the confidence to take off on her own.  She was doing ok.  She didn’t crash.  She kept it in a semi-straight line.  She had mastered bike riding in 15 minutes.  “Bloody kids a genius” and then “BANG”!  I heard the distinct sound of gunfire!  I ground to a halt but, of course, she kept going (having not used the brake before). “Don’t get shot” I yelled at her back as she worked the brakes.  Eventually coming to a stop at the end of the lane she fell off the bike and ran back to me.  I knew where the shot came from.  I knew which house it was.  I had seen them before with the rifle doing target practice in their yard.  I yelled through the wire fence – just to let them know that we were there.  The owner of the rifle waved hello and asked how I was.  Well you are randomly firing bullets as we are going past so I’m not that great at the moment thanks mate – and God help me he was carrying the rifle in one hand and his infant son in the other!  Daughter and I ran back to the bike and we waited a moment assessing whether the gunfire had stopped.  It had so she hopped back on the bike and again I ran alongside her until, finally, I let go.  As she rode off I yelled “Don’t get shot”.  Again excellent parenting skills.

She made it to the end of the lane when “bang” another shot ran out.  Phew we timed that well.  I ran passed the fence and back to Daughter.  Making a sound parental decision I suggested we choose another lane to ride in.  Daughter nodded in agreement and we continued down the street me walking and Daughter riding until we found an area that was a little less dangerous.

Daughter hopped back on the bike and with my catchcry “Don’t get shot” yelled after her she took off like a bull at a gate.  She didn’t look back.

Parental success.  Fist pump moment.  She had had a few stacks but there was no stopping her now – and she wasn’t shot which was good too.

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13 thoughts on “Don’t get shot!

  1. I am often walking the dog near our house in the evening when shots ring out. I’m really hoping the hunters know what a wild boar looks like and don’t mistake my white hairy dog for a pig.

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  2. All households have guns here, part of village life, with foxes etc. Our ‘noisy’ time is late summer/early autumn when it’s time for ‘bird soup’.. 🙂

    Don’t worry, our kiddo only has a bike with stabilisers – no made up roads near here and trying to teach a kid on rocky tracks isn’t my idea of fun. Time will tell I guess. Sounds like yours did brilliantly – took we months to learn as I recall!

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    • We only got our roads just before the election – I think that’s why The Turk finally gave in and brought a bike. They also installed speed bumps at the school but they were removed by the locals. Sensible I’d say *rolls eyes*

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  3. I had my engagement at Turkey ‘koy’ 16 years ago in Samsun, you can imagine the shock i was in when people left right and centre were shooting their guns into the air, apparently displaying their love and happiness in our engagement. – WTF???
    Now that we’re planning to move to Turkey, hubby has already ‘asked’ if id mind him owning / carrying a licensed gun in Turkey….

    Oh man!!!!!

    Atleast your daughter will never forget her first attempt at riding a bike.

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