I Don't Know How to Ride a Bike

I really don't. I think I've said this before. When I was little my parents had gotten me a bike for my birthday. It had training wheels on it, of course. I rode it around for a few days or more. I never really knew how to balance the bike so the training wheels never came off. But one day it all changed for me and that bike. I was riding it one day and there was this sidewalk that leaned and was crooked. Well, I needed to turn around my bike. But for some reason I was stuck. I couldn't get off the seat! Apparently my undies were caught by it! I didn't know what to do. I could've taken off my undies, but that would've made the bike fall into the grass. With me on the bike still I would get hurt. So I sat there for a while then I figured out how to get my undies out of the seat. After that I turned around the bike, walked all the way home, and never rode it again. Not only that but one year I got a pink razor scooter. My older sisters told me it was special. I hated pink, but I didn't complain. My parents however want me to ride a bike and I still don't know how to. I kind of do but yet at the same time I don't.