With one eye open, here’s how I see things.
Not only did my first bicycle not have training wheels, it was missing a seat. I don't think they had helmets then. I didn't for sure.My mother would be washing dishes while watching me and my friends jump off the garage roof playing paratroopers.My parents did love me though...really!
Not only did my first bicycle not have training wheels, it was missing a seat. I don't think they had helmets then. I didn't for sure.
ReplyDeleteMy mother would be washing dishes while watching me and my friends jump off the garage roof playing paratroopers.
My parents did love me though...really!