When I was about eight years old I got the best Christmas present ever.
I got a bike.
It was lime green and had little white daisies stenciled on the frame.
It also happened that on that Christmas morning it snowed and I had Chicken Pox.
I also had a minor concussion, I got that when I took my bike out and rode it around on the ice and in the snow with my best friend.
He also got a bike AND the Chicken Pox.
Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying that bike.
Not a sick friend, the elements or the fact that the brakes on my bike weren’t adjusted yet.
It didn’t matter then and it doesn’t matter now
To this day it remains my favorite Christmas gift.
ever
and
one of my favorite Christmas Memories.
I got a big girl bike (no training wheels) around that age, too. But I refused to ride it. I was scared to. The next day, I got up at 6:00 a.m. and rode my bock around the block time and time again. That’s where my parents finally found me.