What's yours Lisa????

How fun! Mine is the Christmas when I was 10 and I got my first bike (there were 8 kids in our family and we didn't have much to speak of- but can you imagine a 10 year old with training wheels?). Anyway, it was the most glorious morning. I remember my dad carving our home phone number on the handlebars in case it got lost and I was just devastated that he'd scratched my new beauty. I still wish I could ride that bike- streamers, basket with flowers and all...