you guys have already heard my story. when I was nine, my father showed up with a bike one day (my parents were divorced and fought like cats and dogs)
he walked it over to a vacant lot near our house (in Newark, NJ) and showed me how to ride it. I had never ridden a 2 wheeled bike, being terrified by the well meaning techniques of teenaged neighbors a couple years before that.

I got on that beautiful royal blue bike (schwinn) and rode it. It was like I already knew how. This was long before the banana seats.