The first time I learned how to ride a four-wheeler I was wrecking into everything! My dad is the one who taught me how to ride a four-wheeler. We spent lots of time outside with him helping me and me riding it. He would never let me get a real one that wasn't operated by a battery till I was seven years old. I didn't mind that because to me the big ones were scarey when I was little, now I am wild on them. I think that's why my dad had me only riding a battery one while I was little because they are know where near close to as  powerful as the motor ones. I still wrecked it a lot though, one time I ran straight smack into my mom with it. I was wild even on the battery charged ones, my family always laughed saying I am scared to see the day that she rides a real one.