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  1. My little brother learnt to ride a bike in a park in Scotland and the story has entered the family mythology – passersby turning to watch as a small boy on a bike cycled past shouting “don’t let go, dad, don’t let go!” to his father who was yards behind, having let go ages before. As soon as he realised he wasn’t being held up, he fell off… but by that time it was too late, he already knew how to cycle!

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