I remember getting my first bike when I was perhaps 4.
It was a pretty pink bike with big white tyres. There were no training wheels on it.
When I first saw it, I was intimidated by its size it. My mum had brought it upstairs in the bedroom so that we could look at it. There were guests downstairs so we couldn't test it out yet. We stayed in the bedroom with the bike upside down as the room wasn't big.
Afterwards, my mum brought the bike outside in our small garden and attempted to teach me how to ride it. Needless to say, I struggled to control the bike, and my mum struggled to control me.
We decided to leave it for the time being. I don't think I ever got much use out of that bike.
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RandomLife back then was so different from now! From Ireland to France and back, I revisit the best and funniest moments from the first 5 years of my life.
