The day we moved into our house in Ohio, a couple neighbor girls from our street asked if I wanted to ride bikes with them. I decided I wanted to and tried to get ready to go. But for some reason I couldn't find my sneakers, just my church shoes. And something had happened to my front tire during the packing or the drive over, so my bike really wasn't in good condition to be ridden.

Which was just as well. I couldn't actually ride my bike yet. I had been embarrassed to tell the other girls that, but I'm sure it would have been more embarrassing if I had gotten on my bike to go with them and not been able to make it out of the driveway.