tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826279348954639844.post7984065454771264606..comments2023-04-06T05:26:09.488-04:00Comments on Little Bits of Lovely: Biking Adventures.Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07192985558103247855noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826279348954639844.post-76807836296289752112016-05-11T09:32:52.930-04:002016-05-11T09:32:52.930-04:00Great memories. One of my earliest memories was wh...Great memories. One of my earliest memories was when I was four years old. At nursery there was one large three wheeler bike in the play area outside. When break time came near, I always waiting at the door to be first in line to race for that bike. It was great. When I was older, about 8 or 9, my whole street used to have bike races round the block. It was a quiet neighbourhood, except for our Nicolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14674648154579013578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2826279348954639844.post-64607722810833643492016-05-11T09:08:07.199-04:002016-05-11T09:08:07.199-04:00Guardian angels sure are kept busy protecting when...Guardian angels sure are kept busy protecting when it comes to kids and bikes. So glad you were kept safe and can tell the tales.<br />During my tricycle days, my friend Cindy and I decided I'd stand on the back of her trike and we'd try the hill down to her house. Needless to say, flailing legs, broken eyeglasses and scratches from blackberry bushes were involved. Only made it half wayAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04487500108454653053noreply@blogger.com