I'm yoram

Disclaimer
this story was told at family gatherings and may have gotten
a little inflated over the years

When I was three, I had my first taste of independence: conquering a bike with training wheels. But you know how it is when greatness calls—training wheels were so last season. So, armed with toddler logic and zero adult supervision, I snuck into my dad’s garage, found a wrench, and got to work. After a series of trial-and-error attempts, I managed to liberate the left training wheel. Now, I had created a hybrid marvel: half stunt bike, half safety-first engineering. I rode it proudly, balancing on the edge of glory. Incremental progress, folks. That's the secret to success.

I was ready to take on the world! 🚀