I have another childhood liberation memory. One Christmas, I received as my key gift the Vrrroom bicycle. This bike was an ordinary bike, but it had a faux plastic heavy frame, mimicking a motorcycle. It even came with a battery operated "engine", which only made the "vrrrooommmm" noise, and served no functional purpose.
Somehow I left this bike in the rain, and it rusted mightily. It then became poor "first bike" fodder. It was heavy and unwieldy for a 6 year old. One night, though, we were on our friend Barry's front sidewalk with his parents, my parents, Barry and my siblings. Barry showed us how he could ride his bicycle, which was a simple child's one speed. I was offered the chance to try to ride it. I hopped on, and as if by magic I could ride a bike. I rode it down a sidewalk down a mild incline, as if I were a professional bike rider, albeit a professional with no idea how to brake a bike at the bottom of a hill. From that moment on, I could ride a bike.
I'll bet everyone has those "yes!" moments once or twice in a childhood. What are yours?