My first bike was an old 'road runner' that had a banana seat and the front end looked like a motorcycle front end with bars on both sides of the steering yoke, so you couldn't turn the front wheel 360*, only 180*, and it had stickers on the side bars to look like the front had shock absorbers. Boy, have bicycles come a long ways. I still remember the day my father brought it home, pulled it out the truck of the car, put me on it without any training wheels whatsoever, and my feet would barely touch the pedals. Then he pushed me down the hill straight towards our barn at the time. Needless to say, I crashed into the pasture fence and kind of got messed up a little. That's how I leaned to ride a two wheel bike for the very first time. I think I was like four. I know it was before I attended any school. I loved that bike though afterwards!