My dad taught me to not lean on anything.  This is because he told me it had germs!  But I did not listen.  I leaned on anything I could find.  But, he always caught me.  I looked for one place I was safe.  There wasn't any place.  Then I gave up.  After I gave up I just wanted to lean on something, but I never did lean on anything again.  I guess my dad taught me that.

By: Max



I remember when I was taught by my dad how to ride a bike with training wheels.  He taught me by telling me to put my feet on the pedal and push one foot down and then the other one up.  You do that to go a little faster.  So I did and I was proud of myself because I learned to ride a bike with training wheels.

By: Kimberly C.

When I was four years old my dad started to teach me how to read in his reading book.  He started out by showing me the sounds.  Then afterwards I wrote the sounds that I had learned.  Somewhere in the middle I started to read stories.  He covered up the picture.  Then my dad would ask me questions.  Somewhere near to the end  I asked him questions. When I  finished reading I had a reading party.  I got to pick any toy I wanted to.   After that reading book I felt really, really, proud.

By: Steven




When I was six, my mom taught me how to whistle.  She said, " Put your tongue behind your teeth.  Leave a little space so you can blow." I did what my mom said, and I blew!  I whistled! 

I think we were in New Hampshire when it happened.  My dad and brother were home.  I called them and told them so excitedly that I could now whistle.  I was so happy to tell them all about it.

By: Dakota





When I first learned to ride my bike it was with my mom.  She taught me to ride by first going on the bike.  My mom pushed my bike off slowly.  Then I pedaled and I was going.  I felt so brave.

By: Kimberly K.



My mom taught me how to count money.  When I was two she taught me that a quarter was 25 cents and a dime was 10 cents.  By taking out a dime and a quarter she repeated twenty five cents as she held up the quarter and then she did the same with the dime.  I learned that a quarter was a 25 cents and a dime was ten cents.  I felt so proud!

By: Justin



My mom  taught me how to ride my bike.  When I was little it felt good to finally be taught how to ride a bike.  It felt great. My mom felt like my first teacher.  She pushed me and she said, "Put your feet up then put the other foot down."  I could ride my bike.  Then she took my training wheels off.  I fell down the first time, but I got up again.

By: Vincent


When I was 6 years old my dad taught me how to ride my bike.  He said to keep your balance.  I kept on trying and trying, until I did it.  I felt happy.  Now we can go for a family bike ride.

By: Amy



I remember when my grandma taught me to tie my shoes.  Everyday she would come to my house and show me how to tie my shoe.  First she took my laces and crossed them.  Then she put one lace into the hoop. Then she pulled them.  She made two loops and then crossed them.  It was tied.  I felt very happy.  I was five years old when she taught me.  I tried it myself and it worked.  I like it when I was taught this.

By: Annmarie




My dad taught me to say hello.  When I was three years old he taught me to say hello in a special way.  He said to say the sound of the letters and  then he put the word into a sentence.  But, I was shy. I still tried it and said it. After, I said it, I felt more confident of myself.

By: Demi



My sister was my very first teacher.  She taught me how to tie my shoes.  She first took a shoe out of my closet.  Then she taught me a very easy way to make loops.  Make two bunny ears and then put one under the other.  Pull!  I did After that I tried harder and harder to tie.  When I did it I felt so happy that I tied my shoe.  Then all I wanted to do all day was tie my shoes!

By: Julianna


When I was four, I  would wait for my mom to come home from work, so she could show me how to tie my shoes.  She took out a shoe and said to take both strings and cross it.  Make two loops and pull it through.  Now you know how to tie.  I said thank you to my mommy.  She gave me a lollipop.  The first time I messed up.  She reminded me to cross it and pull.  I felt so grown-up!

By: Shannon


When I was four years old my mom taught me how to tie my shoes.  The first step was to take the string and put them together.  The next step was to take one string and put the loop under the other string.  The next step was to twist them and take one loop and put it under the other loop.  You now have a bow.  I felt great!
By: Christina