Lynn's Comments: This is how I learned to ride a two-wheeled bike. I was 12 before I was allowed to have one. My mother kept saying I wasn’t old enough to have a bike, even though my friends were all pedaling their way to school. If she had only told me that we couldn’t afford one; if she’d been honest with me, I might have understood. To admit that we weren’t able to afford a secondhand bike was such an embarrassment for her that it was many, many years before she told me the truth.