We lived in the boonies. I was in kindergarten.
We had horses and trees to climb. We had a duck pond and a creek to play in but that wasn’t enough. I wanted a bike. We had a long driveway and nice flat area in front of the house to ride. Never mind that I couldn’t take it on the road because it was a drivers ignored the speed limit on their back road to the freeway. I needed a bike.
It was a rare snowy December. I remember riding that Huffy up and down the driveway. Straining against the snow that went up to the chain. I didn’t need training wheels because falling in the snow was funny.
By the time the snow melted a few days later, I was an old pro to bike riding. That bike stuck with me for several years, through two moves. It eventually went to my little brother and then to my sister. I don’t know where it is now, but when ever I see a kid riding a tattered black bike I smile.
snowbike photo courtesy raaphorst on flickr / CC BY 2.0
This is my weekly challenge post for {w}rite of passage.
Today’s challenge: The Gift. Write about the Christmas Gift you remember the most. Why? Who was it from? Where were you? What is the significance of it?
Read my friend’s memories in the links below.
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Now, I’m smiling…too — thanks for sharing and Happy Holidays!!!
The picture of the Snow Bike is just beautiful! And I relly like the snowflackes effect of the page! Leave it here always!
Is so cute this page! Riding when it just started to snow, is a little bit challenging but sure is fun!
Love it – my first bike was a hand-me down from my mom, and I love that thing. Still works, too (it’s the bike my 20-years younger cousin learned to ride on!)
Merry Christmas
Stephanie´s last blog ..The Christmas Gift…
I remember my first bike with just as much love…it was sky blue, with streamers hanging from the handlebars…
great post!
amber´s last blog ..Wishing You All a Very Merry Christmas.