Charming anecdote. I also have similar memories of cycling experiences which I estimate to be about 5 years newer. Living in Montreal, after a hard winter it was simply magic to be able to ride on streets not covered with snow every spring. It usually corresponded with our Easter break. What a joy! Not only were we out of school for almost a week, but we also were allowed to ride our bikes. I have a very happy memory of a bunch of us in our schoolyard trying to do jumps over a snowbank that hadn't melted yet. So much fun, especially for me because I landed the longest one.
We were not supposed to ride our bikes there, but we also used to play bike polo in the schoolyard, we would have to lift our bikes over the fence. We would kick the ball with our feet, crashes were sometimes spectacular, but we had so much fun. We also played pickup football with no pads or helmets. The worst thing that ever came of that was being tackled into a pile of dog excrement. What a great childhood!
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