One of my earliest memories comes from when I was four years old. I had a very old peddle car that I used to ride around on the sidewalks in my neighborhood. It was a red firetruck and I remember really liking it and looking forward to getting outside to ride it. It had ladders on both sides and a red flashing light on the front of it. It didn't have a siren but it did have a bell with a rope on it that I could ring as I rode around. My next door neighbor was a girl and she had a pink peddle car. We rode our cars outside a lot. She would pretend like she wrecked her car and I would come on my firetruck to help her.
We made up all kinds of games to play with our cars. We lived on a very slow street so we could cross the street when we were riding. We would start with our cars facing the opposite direction and race down the sidewalk, across the street, and to a point we picked out before we started racing.
One day I went outside to ride my car and I couldn't find it. Someone had stolen my firetruck and that was the last time I saw it. I remember missing it very much. My parents looked for it and we never did find it.
