Remember YOUR First Bike?
On a sidewalk beside our house- I am unable to forget the day when I got my first bike. It was kind of a dirt bike style, because I’m a boy, but my sister’s was pink and white and what not. At any rate, we had bikes. At first, they had training wheels, and then in time, the training wheels came off and with that- skinned knees and tears until we all learned to ride.
But, the riding was only a small part of it. The larger part was that first bit of “ownership”… having something real and valuable- having a first bike.