I had this little bike (started with training wheels) I don't remember who made it but I got it in about 1965. The top bar was removable so that my sister could ride it when I outgrew it. I remember my father spending hours with me running down the street holding the seat and then just letting me go from the top of a hill. Each time ending in a wonderful crash. Finally one morning while my parents were still asleep I went outside and just went riding down the street. I've been riding ever since.