Mom and dad bought my first bike with Green Stamps...for anyone who remembers those.
It was blue, typically a boy's bike color, but it was my favorite color. I was seven and tiny but they got a bike I could grow into, meaning I had to stand up to ride it as I could only reach one pedal at a time when I sat on the seat. On my 16th birthday I got a three-speed to replace that bike while my friends got their first cars. <sigh> But I got nine years out that first bike.
Dad kept on with the "she'll grow into it" thing when he ordered the blazer for my school uniform. I never did grow into the bike or the blazer.
It was blue, typically a boy's bike color, but it was my favorite color. I was seven and tiny but they got a bike I could grow into, meaning I had to stand up to ride it as I could only reach one pedal at a time when I sat on the seat. On my 16th birthday I got a three-speed to replace that bike while my friends got their first cars. <sigh> But I got nine years out that first bike.
Dad kept on with the "she'll grow into it" thing when he ordered the blazer for my school uniform. I never did grow into the bike or the blazer.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius
