An early childhood memory for me would have to be when I was 5. I had this blue bike and it had blue tires. I don't know why I remember it so well, but I rode that bike everywhere and I wrecked it a couple times. Skinned up my knee pretty bad. Couldn't do anything for a week or two.



Then one day it disappears. And a new bike appears. Yes, I will admit I was too big for my little blue bike, but I loved that thing. And my parents tried to get me a bigger bike that was blue, but didn't have blue tires and I was disappointed for a long time. I finally got over it. And may my blue bike rests in pieces somewhere. I have been through almost 4 bikes.



Now I have a 24 speed mountain bike. It's alright, but, it's nothing like my little blue bike with blue tires. I loved my little blue bike.