My father and I don't really remember my first bike.
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My father and I don't really remember my first bike.
My mom taught me, but it took a long time so she put training wheels on. And that's how I really learned. My bike was red with streamers coming out of the handlebars, and a bell. And I loved that bike!
i taught myself. it was yellow and it didn't have a basket.
i think my dad stole it from the neighbors.
No one. I taught myself, and I have a now faint scar on my leg to prove it.
My dad, but he turned away for a moment and I ended up cruising down the driveway and into a ditch on the other side of the road.
My first bike was red and my dad taught me how to ride it. It had a basket too.
My dad, but he turned away for a moment and I ended up cruising down the driveway and into a ditch on the other side of the road.
i honestly don't know how to ride a bike
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