My first bike was lavender with a banana seat and high handle bars. I paid 15 dollars for it of my own money (I am pretty sure it was birthday money or something) I was 8 years old. I was sooo happy. I rode that bike from sunup to sundown. We had this big neighborhood being built across the street from my house all the roads were dug out nice smooth dirt no traffic.
My friends and I built ramps from the left over wood and dirt it was the greatest.We would compete to see who could jump the farthest or go the highest. I had a crush on one the little boys and would chase him down on that bike at least until he got a 10 speed. I remember how effortless those big hills were then. Flying down them No HANDS! I used to pretend I was Wonder Woman in my invisible plane. There were gosh may be six or seven of that always were together ages 7 to 12. We would ride around the neighborhood sometimes pretty far. Whenever we came across this one group of kids they would yell "You can"t ride on this street this is where we ride!" We would of course nanner back and forth at each other. "Oh yea well blah blah blah!" The funny thing is we would all end up riding together and hanging out.