November 14, 2014
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My First Bike
A friend and I were talking about bikes today.I was about 13 when I got my first bike. It was a used bike that someone gave to us. My brother might have had one before then, because he had a paper route. I really don't remember. I do remember about the paper route though. After he got done with his route, he would go to what we called the little liquor store, and buy a pint of ice cream. Yes, kids could go in liquor stores in those days, and this one had a cooler by the front door with ice cream and popsicles. Anyway he had money and I didn't. Babysitting didn't pay as well as paper routes (only 25 cents an hour.)
My brother would eat all that ice cream all by himself, and never even let me have a bite! He was probably trying to pay me back for all the Chinese checker games I won. After all, I was 3 years older than him. He says he still doesn't like games and it's all my fault. I remember once he tipped the board, and there were marbles all over the living room. I don't think our mother was home. A neighbor girl was babysitting us. Mother had threatened to spank us both if she caught us fighting. So we fought when she was gone. He could hit harder than me, but I had longer fingernails. He claims he still has scars on his arms, but I don't believe him. I've never seen any.
Now we are best friends. Funny how that works.
A year or so ago I rode my grand-daughter's bike down the driveway to the street. That was enough. I walked it back up to the house. I never was the athletic type, though I loved to skate when I was a kid. It seems like I always had skinned knees, and bandages on my legs. And I was always losing my skate key. I really preferred reading. Still do.
Comments (10)
Lol! Yes, my brother and I fought too. I remember having a scratching contest one time for fun. The teacher looked at our scratches oddly.
Used to ride bike to school sometimes. Now there is so much traffic I would be afraid to let my grandchildren do that. May God bless your week-end.
Good memories! It is funny how time can bring families together. I think most siblings fight and then with age become friends. At least that is how it should work. I wish the seats on bikes were more comfortable!!
I, too remember, bike riding, and sledding, and fighting with the foster kids who lived with us. My brother was 13 years older than I, so we didn't ever have a relationship until we were grown. I rode a bike until about 10 years ago. I'm much less steady that I was then. Have a super weekend.
My father bought a bike at the police auction and yeah a used bike had no stigma because we weren't spoiled brats...
I fought with my brothers and the younger one usually got the worst treatment by....me!
However I never defended my younger brother and he certainly does not treat me like the older brother.....
I had one sibling--a brother 12 years older thna me. My job as a little boy was to make his life unbearable.
I went to religious release time and the teacher said that God answered prayers--never had heard of that. I rushed home and for some reason kneeled at my bed and asked God for a bike ant that I would never kill anyone!!!!!! My dad got me a used bike the next day and I knew as a little boy that God did it.
God answers the prayers of little children more often than we think.
I never had a bike, never learned to ride one either. I too would rather read.
Interesting memories.
I remember a horrible bike accident I had once ~ nearly broke my foot ~
I missed this entry .
i like when you relate your memories of you and your brother in your childhood .
Love
Michel