My mom gave me this tricycle for my birthday.
My sister cried. She claims that she was deprived and forced to ride a rickety tricycle that probably gave her tetanus and lead poisoning. Her tricycle sounds like it was cute though - Sesame Street with fluorescent green and yellow paint.
My tricycle is pretty snazzy.
Since I am so safety conscious, I keep telling my mom that I need a helmet. We will get one as soon as possible. And I know, I know, I should not be riding in bare feet. I am not really riding though but good habits do start early.
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