I was born in 1960. As a kid I shared hobbies with my sister and parents (that's what families did in the 60s). Two of those hobbies were biking and stamp collecting. In 1968 the Walt Disney stamp came out and the four of us rode our bikes a few miles across Brooklyn to the stamp store to get our First Day of Issue Disney stamps. I was riding my brand new bright yellow Ross Apollo 5 speed which was THE bike for a kid to have in 68 and which my father busted his hump working OT to pay for. Everyone locked up their bikes except me and my father even said I should lock up but I was eight and I knew better and I said we'll only be a minute. Needless to say a minute later my Ross Apollo was gone and I was sure my father hid it to teach me a lesson. It didn't sink in that it was really gone until I was paying my bus fare, riding alone for the first time on a city bus, not a school bus, and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I still remember looking out the window and seeing my sister wave to me as the bus pulled out.