I was laying in bed with Wyatt the day before yesterday as he snuggled into me, fast asleep, and I started thinking. He is almost 2 (MY ! how time flies), and for the older two kids, Jim bought both of them their first bikes on their 2nd birthday (albeit too big bikes lol). Anyway, I was looking at Wyatt and thinking that he is so much smaller than my other two kids were at this age, and that he probably wouldn't be ready for a bike until a bit later than the other two. I think they started being able to reach the pedals around age 3. This got me trying to remember when I first started riding a bike with no training wheels, and I had some vivid flashes of memory. The first home we lived in when my parents got married was an apartment complex. I remember this apartment complex having funky stairs, in that they didn't go straight down, but there was a curve in them. Like, you go down half way, and there's a landing, you turn, and go down the rest of the way. I remember my mom threw up outside our door on our way to church one night, but that's unrelated lol. My grandparents came to visit while we lived there, and I believe that they brought me a bike. I may have already had it, I'm not sure. I started riding with no training wheels on that visit though, and I fell off and scraped my knee fairly bad. My grandpa took me in and cleaned up my knee, but I had a little flap of skin that he was worried might have a piece of gravel under, and he was concerned that if he left it, it might get infected. So I remember he took a sewing needle and wanted to use it to get it out, and I was very afraid of being poked. I remember him telling me "don't worry, punkin! I would never cause you any pain. Do you trust me?" Of course, I said yes, and he put the needle sideways and used it to flip up the little flap of skin so that he could see under it. No gravel.
But that got me to remembering something else about that visit. Well, beyond the fighting that my grandparents excused themselves from the table and locked themselves in my parents room to do. My grandmother had brought with her a bunch of white tea set items that my mom and aunt had played with when they were little. My grandmother and I set up the tea set in the living room, and were having a good old time. At one point, my grandma asked me for some more tea. Well, we weren't using anything, not even water, so this was air tea. I said sure and picked up the tea pot, and tipped it over her cup, just for a split second, and started to giggle. Grandma looked into the cup, sniffled and made herself pretend to be sad and said "that's all I get??" Of course, I thought that was hysterical and started laughing :D
As I'm writing this I'm remembering that I'm fairly certain this is the place where I hid behind the chair and ate an ENTIRE bag of mini marshmallows when we were moving in, and I also remember my Aunt Cynthia coming to visit, and I think her friend Rachel? I think that was her name anyway. I'm not 100% certain of that. I keep having flashes of other memories too, but not as clear. Like, I think we used to go feed the ducks at a pond near those apartments, and I remember a little boy about my age there. And I remember being a little older and being babysat in a mobile home park where Sister Pettit lived, and stealing a much bigger kid's bike to ride, and it was so big that my feet didn't quite reach, so I had to use the tip of my toe to pull the pedal up within reach.
It is weird how much I remember from this time period. I believe I was only 4 when we moved into those apartments.
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