My first love was my blue bike. It was the best bike. We meet each other in a used bike shop. My dad had taken me out to get a bike. We bought the bike and went home. I spent the next couple weeks learning to ride by costing down our long dirt driveway. I managed to hit the all of the trees and ditches along the drive way. My bike and I had some memorable experiences together, including the breaking of my front tooth. Many scratches, scabs, and almost broken bones. We had a wonderful friendship. I think my blue bike is a friend to another child now. I am not sad but happy for my bike and its new friends.