That's why I'll never forget it. I didn't have one before I got that one, my brother and I shared one. I did something like that when I was young and later hated myself for it. I know one thing, neither one of us did that again, it's called growing up. We were kids.................... You just made a thousand memories fly through my head. You're a good man and that I can tell, if you remember that to this day!!I have a sad Christmas bike story,
My parents did not have much money and I wanted a bike for Christmas. It was all that I could talk about.
So my Dad got a old bike and worked very hard to make it like new. He sanded and painted the frame. Polished the
chrome and installed new tires.
When I saw the bike, I proclaimed that it isn't what I wanted and i wasn't ever going to ride it! I stormed off upset.
I never saw the bike again.
It was many years later that Mom told me the story.
The bike was painted Ford Blue. I should have known that he did it because I remember a guy giving him a case of
Ford Blue spray paint. He painted everything that blue for years.
I was about 7 at the time and I made amends with my Dad over it when I was 30. He was a tough man and never showed
emotions but told me it hurt him a lot.
I asked what happened to the bike. He told me that he gave it to another child that didn't have a Christmas at all.
Not even a tree or a stocking filled with candy like i received.