I’ve never ridden a 10-speed bike.
I got my first bike for my sixth birthday. It was lavender, and it had a white basket on the front. It was super simple…the kind with the pedal brake and no speeds.
I kept that bike for many years, although my dad had to change the tires frequently. We lived “in the country”, and we had a long gravel driveway. Despite the heavy tires we had on it, I still got flats quite often.
I guess it was that I really didn’t have a good place to ride my bike…only to the top of the driveway and back (which was maybe a quarter of a mile)…but I never got a fancier bike.
I don’t feel “robbed” of that childhood experience…but I have warned my hubby that one day he’ll have to teach the girls to change speeds on their bike, the same time as he teaches me!
I went trick-or-treating until I was a senior in high school.
I am the first to grumble at the older kids who come through our neighborhood on Halloween, especially if they’re not in costumes…but if I’m being honest, I was one of those kids for several years. The last real costume I remember wearing was probably in the sixth grade. After that, I’d pose as an obscure character from a book, if anyone asked me.
My parents were pretty conservative with what they let me do, so I’m assuming back then…and in our small town…high school-age trick-or-treaters weren’t the nuisance they seem now??? At least that’s what I’ll tell myself as I think back in time!