Wheels of My Own


| 6/13/2018 11:26:00 AM


Tags: Riding Bicycles, Family Traditions, Learning to Ride a Bike, Leah,

farm signWheels of my own. The magic words for every young person. These days it usually means a car, if not a skate board. But in my day, bicycles were the big thing.

Even in the country, we all wanted to have a bicycle. All we had were dirt roads and cow trails through the field, but we were all wild to have those wheels, just like the city kids we all read about in books, or saw on T.V.

Daddy thought bicycles in the country was a silly idea. He was content to let me play on Old Jack the donkey if I wanted to go somewhere. But mother had been a city kid in California, she remembered having a bicycle and wanted me to have one too.

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Mother at 12 years old on her bicycle.

My first bicycle was given to me for my 8th birthday. It came complete with training wheels — which didn't work so well on grass and dirt roads. But I rode it anyway, 'round and 'round the house.



Being tall for my age and rather long-legged, I soon out grew my beloved bike. Since money was tight, I had to wait four years for the next bicycle. I got "Old Blue" for my 12th birthday and I still have him today, though he's a bit rusted and worn. My daughter actually used my bike when she was little. One day soon, I hope to restore Old Blue to his former glory.

RENEEB
6/18/2018 11:45:43 PM

Great story! It reminds me of all the bikes I had when I was a girl. Fortunately we had paved streets in the small Iowa town where I grew up so we rode our bikes every where just like you did. Thanks for the memories! - California Renee







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