Over the weekend during my grandmother's 85th birthday celebration, she was asked what was her fondest childhood memory. Without hesitation she said rollerskating. I was impressed how fast she came up with that answer given her age and how long it's been since she's roller skated. But, as I sat and listened to her stories, it jogged my memory of my fondest childhood times which, I didn't have any trouble remembering either. Riding my big wheel and jumping on the trampoline came right to mind.
I really loved jumping on the trampoline at my Grandmother's house. I never got the nerve to do flips but I remember just bouncing as high as I could and never tiring.
I really loved jumping on the trampoline at my Grandmother's house. I never got the nerve to do flips but I remember just bouncing as high as I could and never tiring.
I grew up riding my big wheel in the allies of Baltimore, MD. Apparently, I would often ride down to watch the boys play alittle basketball and my mother swears thats where I learned those "bad" words.
The girls club
I want to go faster...
Yes! My fastest time ever!!
I remember peddaling as fast as my little legs would go and hearing the stones pop under the plastic wheels. Eventaully, the one back tire grew a big hole. Riding my big wheel was always so much fun and I don't remember ever growing tired of it. Looks like Holly thinks the same thing.
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I love that last shot of Holly with her hand in the air. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
Yep...you were hell on wheels back then. Many moments of my heart being in my throat when you were going down a big hill on your big wheels.
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