This is a little bit cheesy, but reading
is like riding a bike. (Reading = Riding, and Bikes = Books.) It’s hard at
first. You have to learn how to balance, how to go forward, how stop. Your
parents start you off with training wheels so you don’t fall down or get too
frustrated, and they gradually build up your confidence and abilities so that,
eventually, you can do it on your own, without training wheels or their helping
hands to guide you. You have to learn what to do, and what not to do, so that,
when you come up against a rock or twig or patch of grass, you can roll right
over it without a pause. Once you’ve learned, you never really forget. You can
ride that bike to school each day, and to work when you’re older. It can take
you all sorts of places in life, and in the world, that you never imagined
going. It’s good for the environment (aka your brain), it’ll never run out of
gas, and if you ride often enough, you’ll find yourself doing new, amazing things.
Plus, if you keep it in good shape, you can pass it down to your grandkids, or
sell it to a collector for a lot of money. And most importantly, once you get
started, you will never forget how to ride.
It has occurred to me that writers = BMX
riders. Lol. Imagine Dickens popping a wheelie.