When I was a little fellow, we used to study every day, and only on Sundays and holidays went out and played with our brothers. Once my father said:
“The children must learn to ride. Send them to the riding-school!”
I was the youngest of the brothers, and I asked:
“May I, too, learn to ride?”
My father said:
“You will fall down.”
I began to beg him to let me learn, and almost cried. My father said:
“All right, you may go, too. Only look out! Don’t cry when you fall off. He who does not once fall down from a horse will not learn to ride.”