Every year at Christmas I think of when I was eight years old and wanted
a bike for Christmas ( that was 47years ago). We didn’t have a lot but
there was always Christmas, my parents operated a gas station /
convenience store as they are called today. We had many regular
customers and my mom must have told one of the regulars that I wanted a
bike for Christmas and he said he had one for $10.00. It was Christmas
Eve when he brought it to my parents and they were in total shock but
did not want to hurt his feelings and no time to purchase a bike they
brought it home anyway. Christmas morning I remember being so
excited and came downstairs to see and there was my bike. My mom
said she just held her breath. My exact words were “I got a new bike!
But it’s a used one. It needed paint, the bracket to hold a light on the
front fender was there but the light was missing and the seat needed to
be replaced. I can still see it. However after the opening our other gift
I was into warm clothes and boots (we live in Minnesota) outside I went
with my new used bike. I know my parents felt really bad about the
bike but I don’t remember every complaining about it because I got a
bike and was happy as can be and my neighbor friends and I road all
over town for many years until it wasn’t cool anymore. Something else
that comes to mind is not one neighbor friend ever made fun of my bike,
I guess back then name brands and newest didn’t really mean that much
we were happy with what we received with love. Thank you for allowing
this warm and fuzzy memory. Merry Christmas from Brenda S.
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