Saturday, 18 May 2013

Blog every day in May - A blast from the past

Day 18, Saturday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.

Where to begin... I have so many great memories from my childhood, here's a fun little story though. 

I remember first learning to ride my bike. We had some sports grounds not far up the road from our house so Dad took my brother (who could already ride a bike) and I up there for me to have some practice. It was a tough slog and there were some tears shed, but we got there in the end. I think I must have been about four, I was definitely not older than 5. I loved riding my bike once I got the hang of it, and I thought I was pretty cool too!

I know, totes cute right??
My grandparents lived around the road from us then, about 800m or so (half a mile). One day we were around there and Dad said my brother and I could ride our bikes home... YUSSS! That was also before helmets were the law. Can you see where this is heading? So we started off on our bikes with Dad following slowly behind. There was a little down hill then an uphill and the we were home. Once Dad thought we were going ok he sped up a bit to meet us at home. My older brother was under strict instruction to stay close to me too. I was so excited to be riding on the road. As I was going down the hill I started to get the speed wobbles, however. I then got a bit scared and wobbled into the curb, sending me flying over my handle bars. My head hit the curb and cracked open. I can't remember the pain but I can remember the blood. Luckily my Dad hadn't got too far and he saw my brother stopped next to me and turned around. He rushed me back to Nanas where she then said to take me to the hospital. I got my head stitched up and I was right as rain.

I don't remember being scared or in pain but I remember my brother being so freaked out. I remember him calling my Mum and telling her he could see my brain... Haha!

When I got my stitches out I remember the Doctor saying he would give me a jelly bean for every stitch he took out and I didn't cry. I got all the jelly beans (I think there were about 17 up for grabs). He knew the way to my heart - lollies!

So that's a story from my childhood, very exciting! And I still love bike riding so it can't have been too traumatic for me - I think it was worse for my bro and my Dad. And can you guess what I got for my 5th birthday? That's right, a beautiful hi-lighter pink bike helmet. So cool!

Any fun/scary/crazy childhood memories of yours?

When did you first learn to ride a bike?


  1. Great story Rach. Do you know I can't even remember when I learned to ride? That's a bit scary! I do have a bike accident story of my own though.

  2. Awesome post Rachel, sorry to hear of the accident though! I have a photo of when I learned to ride a bike that is so similar to yours... Great memories!

  3. I learned how to ride a bike when I was 5 or 6, I think. I took a big spill in front of my neighbor's house and skinned my knee pretty badly and was really shaken up after that, but I think that's the biggest extent of my biking injuries.


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