The first thing Glen ever taught me was how to ride his bike. My bike still had training wheels and that wasn’t acceptable, he always had too high of expectations for me. We spent the entire day outside, and even when I cried and fell, he wouldn’t let me give up, and he never grew impatient. Finally, after hours of attempting to use handle brakes and to balance myself, I caught on. Glen taught me so many things throughout my life, how to play video games, how to play kick ball and how to talk my way out of getting in trouble, but nothing he taught me could have prepared me for his absence in my life when he left for college i dont know how to copy and paste the entire essay on here. email me for the rest, or let me know how to copy and paste the whole thing on here, thanks =)