I certainly do. It had a basket on the front and I just loved it. I remember when I got my training wheels off and was sailing down the road. Thought my dad was still holding onto the back. When I turned around and saw he wasn't, I promptly fell over and skinned my knees!!!!!!!

I remember being taught to ride but I don't remember the bike.
The one I remembe and had for years was a red Englis Bike thay was very out of style. All the other kids had those heavy fat bikes with tires with inner tubes. Not me ,baby, I had that skinny red thing with solid tires that would take me any where I wanted to go and at top speed. My friends laughed at it but I didn't care. It was fast. It didn't have a chain guard and one day when I was riding down a country road alone my pant leg got cought in the chain and slammed me down on the road and the bike fell on top. I had an awful time getting my pants leg uncaught while I was in pain and tears were making me almost blind. I don't remember how I got home. I still loved that bike but always tied my slacks tightly around my ankle when ever I rode it after that little trick.
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I won my first bicycle. A service station was having it's grand opening and there was a draweing for various prizes. My name was drawn for the bicycle. I was 5 years old. Oh, it was a beautiful bike! A 24" Schwinn, it was purple and cream colored with big tires, a horn in the connecting section and a battery powered headlight. Actually, I was too small for the bike and had to learn to ride on a smaller one. Once I started riding the new bike, I had a hard time getting off it. I had to get on by standing on the curb and the bike in the street. But getting off was a big problem. Unless I stopped by a curb, I'd just stop the bike and fall off. Like the tricycle guy on Laugh-in. After several skinned knees and torn jeans, a friend of mine taught me how to get off the bike, much to my mom's delight. I went everywhere on that bike and had many adventures with my buddies. The adventures are another story I might share with you later. It was a great bike.

Veery good foxysdad. Looking forward to the stories.
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Looking forward to those stories too!!!!!!!
Hope you are having a great week??

i was never allowed a bike my mum said that she worried too much and that i was bad enough on my feet without having a set of wheels. i think that was maybe because i fell down a hole that workmen had dug up on the path outside of our gate not only once but i stupidly did it twice. i think thats what ruined my chances of having a bike