As I was riding home today, along a tarmac cycle path (totally off road, re-done train lines, I think?), I saw a wee girl ahead of me doing just fine on her bike - no stabilisers. She was about 4, at a guess. She was pedalling and balancing fine, but then she went down a short, steepish hill and panicked.
"Dad!" she yelled!
Dad was at the bottom of the hill.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll catch you," he said. He'd have been better saying "brake gently" ... because he did grab her under her arms, but the speed of her and the bike was too much for him and so the girl ended up in a heap, tangled in her bike, and shrieking "you said you'd catch me!!"
Oh man. The poor guy was distraught! "I'm sorry darling! That was Daddy's fault, I was just too late - are you okay??"
And I think she was, just scared and shaken up and wailing.
But I rode home wondering - just an average childhood tumble, that she'll forget in a minute - or the start of never trusting anyone again?? That poor guy!