Finding your roots.
The other day while going through some old photos, I came across one that brought back some great memories. Those being the earliest memories of me on my bike. According to the date on the back, I was four years old. Judging by the angle, my dad must have taken the picture. Mom only tolerated such behavior, she never encouraged it.
Perhaps some of you might have similar pics.
Lol...! Almost looks like you were going to faceplant after that shot. the front wheel is barely clearing the ramp.