I am sure that we shared this bicycle…my brother and I. We learned to ride on gravel roads on Route 2.
I loved riding a bicycle; feeling the wind in my face; no cares; not knowing what life would hold but in those days anything was possible and the world was yet to be discovered.
I wonder how much money this bicycle cost and where Mother and Daddy got the money to buy us this bicycle? Did we ever thank them?
purpleborough 
This resonates with me .. as a country girl, having a bicycle to ride up and down our prairie roads was very freeing — my braids flying, the wind in my face, singing Olivia Newton John songs at the top of my lungs 🙂 I got my own bicycle as my 12th birthday present, and yes I was very thankful!
MJ
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Thank you for knowing how it feels to ride in the country. Bet you were a pretty prairie youngster 🙂
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We don’t realize the sacrifices our parents make for us until long after they have been made. It’s what kids do because they don’t know any better, and it’s all okay. A bike ride sounds like fun though. Is that adorable girl you? That’s a big bike. 🙂
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My brother and I shared this bike. It was pretty big for me, but I got on it and rode anyway. Had to turn it sideways to hike myself onto the seat 🙂
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I had to practice riding in the grass before I was allowed on the oiled/rocky road. The road was much easier to navigate than grass. I’m sure your enjoyment of the bike was plenty of thanks to them.
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I do hope so. They were such good parents.
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You look so little and that bike is so very, very big.
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I was tiny. When I graduated, I weighed 89 pounds. However, I conquered that big bike!
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