mica wrote:My brother did the exact same thing to me when I was 4 on a big 10 speed
But boy did I enjoy these amazing photos!!!
poor whittle girl
Thank you!
Yes, I was the baby and only girl with three older brothers. It's a miracle I survived childhood, lol. They didn't teach me how to stop the bike either, just put me on it at the top of the hill and gave me a push. This was on our little country road (Cherry Lane, believe it or not!) so there was no traffic. I did great until I veered off into a ditch full of tumbleweeds and then stopped at the barbed wire fence. Then when I got the hang of riding it, I still didn't know how to stop, so I used to cruise onto our lawn from the street and just jump off while the bike was going. One time I forgot to let go of the handlebars and did Bonnie's Ass-Over-Teakettle routine.