When I was 5 Santa brought me a 20 incher with training wheels. What a rush! After a few months we took the training wheels off and the teenage girls next door taught me to ride without them. Just about that time they started tearing up our street for complete rebuilding, not just re-surfacing. Then we moved to another city where we lived on a main highway so my mom wouldn't let me ride much at all. Within a year we moved again, this time to a huge new subdivision in the suburbs with little traffic so I really went to town. Although I remember riding it a lot I don't remember many details about that bike.