It was dark, but my eyes were wide open and I could feel my way to the crib wall where I hoisted myself up and over to to a finishing thump where I landed on my butt.  I stood up and and made my way down the creaky steps to the front door and raced out down the sidewalk and a quick left up the street to Phil's house where I the brand new Schwinn with the banana seat and sissy bar...I was only 2 years old, but I can remember it like it was yesterday.

I pulled the bike outside and jumped on and began to ride it down the street.  I loved gliding down Exfair Road with all the elm trees rolling by and each yard had two of them.  It was the perfect neighborhood street you could have with a naked 2 year old riding a brand new Schwinn with a banana seat and sissy bar...the problem is I borrowed it without asking, but I was 2.  After about 20 minutes of riding up and down the street one of the neighbors called my parents and let them know I was the new Easy Naked Rider.  My parents were blown away that I snuck out of the house to steal a bike that I had seen my neighbor riding earlier in the day.  

Mom cam out of the house as I was cruising by and she waived at me to come in and I just kept going...turned around and parked in the driveway.  Mom scooped me off the seat and took me inside the house. All I remember was being pissed and I started crying and screaming that I wanted to go back on the bike.

That is one of my earliest memories of childhood.