I don't know what kind of bike it was, but my first one was yellow (and given that we lived in Germany, probably German), and it had one of those plastic white baskets on the front with bright-colored plastic daisies on it. I remember only wanting to ride in dresses, and only if my long hair was braided into pigtails. And I really liked chasing down the boys in my neighborhood and menacing them with my "girly bike". I was five.

The bike I got after that was a metallic green 3-speed, and way too big for me. That's where I developed a fear of braking. (I used to just slow down, aim for a ditch, and jump off the bike.)