tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post8794021124592064105..comments2024-02-10T02:29:29.558-06:00Comments on Life & Faith in Caneyhead: Tender Years: Kelly and the Tricycle Oops!Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-24545280513601608552016-04-15T11:38:48.511-05:002016-04-15T11:38:48.511-05:00Still riding bikes, you may never "grow up&qu...Still riding bikes, you may never "grow up"! ;)Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-47109801320863028772016-04-15T11:38:05.390-05:002016-04-15T11:38:05.390-05:00Thank you! Thank you for admitting it and for kee...Thank you! Thank you for admitting it and for keeping me in good company! ;)Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-63953165434960734452016-04-14T07:39:03.995-05:002016-04-14T07:39:03.995-05:00I had a tricycle that was bright lime green. Oh I ...I had a tricycle that was bright lime green. Oh I loved it!!! Then I graduated to a pink huffy that my grandparents bought me and my cousin ( we had matching bikes). I wore both of them out. Now I drive a Harley!!!hollihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08558294192449866387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-10928624533990087412016-04-14T00:01:30.671-05:002016-04-14T00:01:30.671-05:00I rode my tricycle until my knees hit the handle b...I rode my tricycle until my knees hit the handle bars, too :) I would pretend I was driving a car or flying when I rode my bike.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15165210377903518274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-78870987580318454762016-04-13T22:13:57.517-05:002016-04-13T22:13:57.517-05:00Thank you, Trisha! I enjoy personal memories and ...Thank you, Trisha! I enjoy personal memories and stories more than anything else.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-51298847649639050082016-04-13T22:12:57.136-05:002016-04-13T22:12:57.136-05:00I rode that same bike in the picture until I was a...I rode that same bike in the picture until I was about 12. Then my folks upgraded me to a three speed. I had some trouble adjusting to handbrakes as well. But once I got the hang of it, a geared bike was a lot easier to ride on long rides, which I started to do more and more often.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-85160011530077899952016-04-13T19:58:24.763-05:002016-04-13T19:58:24.763-05:00A beautiful bicycle and family story. I love readi...A beautiful bicycle and family story. I love reading memories like this!<br />Trisha Faye<br />www.herbthyme.wordpress.comTrisha Fayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14848362774277170679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-70825590415848058392016-04-13T19:15:04.019-05:002016-04-13T19:15:04.019-05:00Thanks for sharing your stories about the bikes in...Thanks for sharing your stories about the bikes in your life, Barbara. Brought back memories of when I was learning how to ride. When my mom got me a speed bike instead of a coaster, I had trouble learning how to use the brakes and kept banging into things. She had to take that one back to the store before I killed myself!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13831242266526923808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-76877093752003698022016-04-13T18:31:31.442-05:002016-04-13T18:31:31.442-05:00I agree wholeheartedly, Suzanne!I agree wholeheartedly, Suzanne!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-25274904000466319442016-04-13T18:30:28.492-05:002016-04-13T18:30:28.492-05:00Bet that caused a fight or two! I suppose that la...Bet that caused a fight or two! I suppose that lady thought it was just the right and proper thing. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-14130056537903172422016-04-13T18:29:21.065-05:002016-04-13T18:29:21.065-05:00LOL Thanks for sharing a memory!LOL Thanks for sharing a memory!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-17258214489820809592016-04-13T18:28:37.720-05:002016-04-13T18:28:37.720-05:00Best of my memory, Daddy just went and selected wh...Best of my memory, Daddy just went and selected what he thought was right for me. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-13719617663344517072016-04-13T18:27:41.680-05:002016-04-13T18:27:41.680-05:00My son tried the stunts! Luckily he never broke a...My son tried the stunts! Luckily he never broke anything, but he did get hung up on barbwire one day and I had to run pull him off of it. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-90608870822492602932016-04-13T18:26:32.384-05:002016-04-13T18:26:32.384-05:00I remember a time when all the boys did that! I remember a time when all the boys did that! Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-84750314213047538492016-04-13T15:26:48.997-05:002016-04-13T15:26:48.997-05:00I don't know that I ever pretended my bike was...I don't know that I ever pretended my bike was anything other than a bike. At this point, I don't remember any of my toys dying, but my little sister ended up with things that meant a lot to me. One thing in particular wasn't a toy, but a pantsuit. It was a beautiful soft, blue pantsuit with a teddy bear embroidered on it. I grew out of it. She got it. And I got mad as I could be every time I saw her wearing it. I think that children should be allowed to keep something that means so much to them. It shouldn't get passed along. Some things are just special enough to get to keep.<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />Suzanne McClendonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15563562309945754772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-88369285814701396612016-04-13T13:14:30.914-05:002016-04-13T13:14:30.914-05:00I had to share a bike with my sister. When I would...I had to share a bike with my sister. When I would ride past Miss Winnie's house (first grade teacher for years at my school) she would come out on her porch, shake her finger at me and say "young lady go home and get your bonnet on". I didn't own a bonnet.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04007728342316668058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-70710939338716724542016-04-13T10:48:55.332-05:002016-04-13T10:48:55.332-05:00I didn't turn my trike into anything, but I us...I didn't turn my trike into anything, but I used to pretend that it had a radio in it. I'd "turn" the screw and sing, pretending it was an actual radio.Liz A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16531953467834426316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-8163528572390808662016-04-13T10:39:51.726-05:002016-04-13T10:39:51.726-05:00My older sister wanted a particular green bicycle ...My older sister wanted a particular green bicycle she had seen at Western Auto. She never got it, as it turned out.The Silver Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730805376957629641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-10188061010280788952016-04-13T07:24:43.911-05:002016-04-13T07:24:43.911-05:00Yeah, bikes became motorcycles, although I was nev...Yeah, bikes became motorcycles, although I was never daring enough to try any Evel Knievel stunts.Alex J. Cavanaughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-14395154932349772642016-04-13T05:53:25.889-05:002016-04-13T05:53:25.889-05:00Bikes always turned into motorcycles when we clipp...Bikes always turned into motorcycles when we clipped a baseball card to the back. One of my earliest memories is riding a tricycle in someone's house. I'm sure a broke a lot of toys that broke my heart when they died.Jeffrey Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06973104877310669196noreply@blogger.com