My older sister died this week after a long illness. Because of neurological degeneration throughout her life, my kids never knew her as anything other than wheelchair or bed-bound, so when my other sisters and I were going through old photos yesterday, I wanted to find one showing that she WAS a real kid once. I was tickled to find the photo below, taken on my sister's birthday, posing with her new bike when she was about 8 years old.
I'm the kid seated on the ground in the middle. I was about three years old and I wanted that bike so badly. But first it had to go through oldest sister (on the bike), older brother (on the left--and he was hard on things, but fortunately didn't want to spend too much time on a girl's bike), older sister (on the other side of me. She tried, but never learned to ride a bike.). This was my first bike, but by the time I got it, it was shot--the "tires" were hard plastic and were completely worn through in places, the basket looked like a dog had gotten to it, the chain was rusted and regularly ate my bell bottom pants.
And this is why I want my next new bike to be red. In my life I've had three blue bikes and one white bike, but I still love red best of all. And look at those flowers on the basket! And the tassles! I can't believe I still have bike lust nearly 40 years later.
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