I don’t remember how old I was, but not very old I am sure. We had entered milk tabs, I think, and gone to the local theatre. They were pulling tabs out of a container, and each tab pulled won a bicycle. I don’t remember how many bikes were given away that day. All I do remember is that I was the only girl who won a bike. I was beyond elated. We took my bike home and I rode and rode. I adored that bicycle because it was small, beautifully painted and a boys bike. I rode up and down our long driveway and along our sidewalk from the corner of our block to the alley and back, over and over again. I don’t think I ever got tired of that bike. That wonderful piece of equipment got me started on riding a bike forever. If I remember correctly, that bike broke in two at some point in time. But by then I was ready to ride a bigger bike…so my parents bought me a larger bicycle. That was great, but I never had such swollen pride in any other bike as I did have pride every time I rode that first, “I won it” bicycle.