One day when I was little my mom left me with a friend to be baby sat. The Jones', I'll call them, had a few boys including a couple near my age or just a little older. I'll always remember Sis. Jones as the lady who insisted that I chew with my mouth closed. I'd say she has made a priceless contribution to my how I live life. That is not this story though. Anyway, when my mom came to pick me up she found me riding one of the older boys bikes around in the street. I was three years old and the bike didn't have training wheels. So my parents decided to get me a bike for Christmas.
I was so excited to see my big red bike on Christmas day! I was allowed to ride it in the house that day and after that I rode it everywhere I could. It was a blast. I loved that bike. My family still has it out in the shed. It has been ridden by all four of my little sisters as they learned to ride a bike.
It turns out my "Big" red bike is actually tiny. Hooray little bikes!
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