My dad put training wheels on it at first, raising them up as we got better at balancing, removing them altogether when we were confident. Ah, the freedom! We could bike down to the playground at the end of our street. When we were much older we biked to the library and even to school.
It was during a ride around the neighborhood that I gave my across the street neighbor, Tony, a black eye. I didn’t do it on purpose but my elbow and his eye collided.
See, he got on the back of LBB and wouldn’t get off. There was a rule in our house: never ride double! I was so afraid I would get in trouble and LBB would be off limits so I nudged backward with my elbow to try and jab Tony off my bike. Apparently I nudged at eye level with a bit more force than I realized. Tony went home crying, threatening to tell his dad (whom I was petrified of).