At three years old and above average on the height scale, our son still has trouble reaching the pedals on his plastic tricycles. He can reach on one because the seat was adjustable but he can’t quite figure out how to push and keep his shoes on the pedals at the same time.

His Diego trike is decked out with stickers, a seat that opens for storage (you know, for worms and nails and other treasures), and an ignition key. That’s a little different than the tricycle I learned to ride on.

This metal beauty put on a few miles back in the day…through mud puddles, over hills, through my mom’s garden and under the pear tree in the back yard. I’d grab my Cabbage Patch doll and off we’d go on an adventure.

I doubt my son’s plastic bike will withstand the test of time like this red trike did. But, I’m thinking he’ll graduate up to a bike with training wheels in a couple of years and this one will be set aside for when friends come over and they can’t share one ride!

Until we walk again …