Whenever I’m forced to stop for a big yellow bus, I remember how I got to school: by bicycle; come rain or shine. (If it rained hard in the morning, my bike went to school by car. If it rained in the afternoon, well, I could dry off at home.)
My bike had one gear or no gears, depending on your engineering know-how. The pedaling was the same whether I was going uphill or downhill.
Not surprisingly, I never learned about gears first-hand. I never experienced how engaging a lower gear makes pedaling easier uphill. And how not engaging a higher gear on the downhill could have serious consequences.
And so I tackled life with one gear, going at the same pace whether working or vacationing. I am wiser now and I can spot people who grew up with multi-geared bicycles making the same mistake:
Living life at one speed.
At least I had ignorance as an excuse.