Oh I remember learning to ride a bike for the first time....Daddy pushed me off and down the slope of the yard I went! It wasn't long before I was riding everywhere! Thanks for the memory spur!
so sweet- I remember feeling my heart pounding as I would ride my bike down what felt like the worlds steepest hill. I go back to that hill now and sortof giggle about the whole thing.
I was so frightend of falling that I rode a super large tricycle for a long time...until one day my mother went for a bike ride and I couldn't go because I didn't know how to ride...well it didn't take me long to teach myself that afternoon:)...Fun photo and memories!
Oh I remember learning to ride a bike for the first time....Daddy pushed me off and down the slope of the yard I went! It wasn't long before I was riding everywhere!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the memory spur!
Oh, that's the way I taught my 6-year-old grandson to ride this summer! Love it!
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful memory, it looks wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI loved riding my bike downhill, no hands. I remember feeling free and powerful.
ReplyDeleteso sweet- I remember feeling my heart pounding as I would ride my bike down what felt like the worlds steepest hill. I go back to that hill now and sortof giggle about the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteoh how I loved riding my bike!!!
ReplyDeletefun shot
I love the "power of pink" your photo displays!
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteI was so frightend of falling that I rode a super large tricycle for a long time...until one day my mother went for a bike ride and I couldn't go because I didn't know how to ride...well it didn't take me long to teach myself that afternoon:)...Fun photo and memories!
ReplyDeleteWhat a GREAT photo! Oh, I loved loved LOVED my bike when I was a kid -- it meant FREEDOM!!!!
ReplyDelete:-) I love this post!