Originally Posted by The Weak Link

I remember the first time I ever rode a bike.

My little brother always wanted to see DisneyLand. My family didn't have the money to go visit.

When I had just gotten my drivers license, I told my little brother, "Hey, what do you day we go to DisneyLand today?" He was very excited.

I drove him around for about two hours and pulled into the parking lot of an old abandoned warehouse that had burned down.

"Ohh nooo", I yelled, "Somebody burned down DisneyLand!".

My little brother cried and cried, but deep down I think he thought it was pretty funny.

When my parents found out about it, they grounded me. I had to ride my bike to get anywhere after that.

And I've been riding ever since.