Do you remember when you learned how to ride a bike? I do! Maybe not the age I was at that time. But just the whole feeling/experience of it all. I know it was my Mom out there for a bit trying to help me get the hang of it. And then for awhile, it was my Dad trying to help out - over and over. He finally tired of it one evening and went back inside. And then not long after that, my mind and my body got it all in sync and off I went. I ran into the house screaming out that I was able to do it. I was happy - but they were happier - I think mainly because they didn't have to keep trying to hold me up on the bike - LOL!!
And do you remember your first bike? This one that I learned to ride on was an old one - a hand me down from my older sister. And the color? Can't remember the original color. But the color when I started riding it was black and pink! Why?? Because by the time my sister got done with it, it was really used up and rusty... My Dad had some paint in the garage... I think the black may have been in a spray can - something he used for some project or other. And the pink was wall paint that had been used on our bedroom wall at some point!! I still love black and pink together!