I was ten years too old for a Big Wheel. My brother, who is 11 years younger, had one. So did the kids I babysat. They used to scare me to death on that thing. My younger son had one; hmmm, wonder if that's what put the racing bug in his head?
I had a very small Schwinn, bought in 1963. Yes, I was ten when I learned to ride. I don't know the model, though. It was teal blue, had foot brakes, streamers, and one of those "back seats" where you could strap stuff onto, or have your best friend hop on and s/he could hang onto your waist while you gave him or her a ride . But, that wasn't my first bike. When I was 7, my parents bought me a German made, very teeny bike with training wheels. I remember some of the neighborhood boys making fun of it, it was so little. Alas, my total un-coordination prevented me from learning to ride it without training wheels.
I also had a black Raleigh, with the 3 speed Sturmey Archer shifter, a Brooks saddle and saddlebag, and one of those really bright big headlights. It was in my aunt's basement until 1977, when she sold it when she moved. If I only knew then what I know now. I rode that bike up some pretty humongous hills when I was a young teen. Until I moved to Florida and no one would be caught dead riding.