My first bike
I remember getting my first bike. It was a metallic purple colour and it had stabilisers. I must have been 5 years old.
I loved the bike as it gave me a whole new sense of freedom and independence. Once I got rid of the stabilisers I used to cycle around our garden, my mother always stressing to me that I wasn’t to venture out of sight. We lived at the top of a very steep hill and one day my friend, a neighbour around my own age, and I were being a bit rebellious and we decided that we would take our bikes down the hill in front of my house. We managed to get down the hill but on the way back I fell off. I ended up with 7 stitches in my chin and a huge cut on my knee. I still have the scars. I got a week off school and I wasn’t allowed down the hill on my bike until I got a lot older.
This memory was originally submitted to the BBC Memoryshare web service.
