Every year at Christmas I think of when I was eight years old and wanted a bike for Christmas ( that was 47years ago). We didn’t have a lot but there was always Christmas, my parents operated a gas station / convenience store as they are called today. We had many regular customers and my mom must have told one of the regulars that I wanted a bike for Christmas and he said he had one for $10.00. It was Christmas Eve when he brought it to my parents and they were in total shock but did not want to hurt his feelings and no time to purchase a bike they brought it home anyway. Christmas morning I remember being so excited and came downstairs to see and there was my bike. My mom said she just held her breath. My exact words were “I got a new bike! But it’s a used one. It needed paint, the bracket to hold a light on the front fender was there but the light was missing and the seat needed to be replaced. I can still see it. However after the opening our other gift I was into warm clothes and boots (we live in Minnesota) outside I went with my new used bike. I know my parents felt really bad about the bike but I don’t remember every complaining about it because I got a bike and was happy as can be and my neighbor friends and I road all over town for many years until it wasn’t cool anymore. Something else that comes to mind is not one neighbor friend ever made fun of my bike, I guess back then name brands and newest didn’t really mean that much we were happy with what we received with love. Thank you for allowing this warm and fuzzy memory. Merry Christmas from Brenda S.