In my childhood, I share a lot of stuffs with my sisters may it be a dress, food, toys, etc.
One thing we always use to share and take turns in riding is our Mountain Bike.
Our Mama shipped this from China. It was our first and last Mountain Bike ever.
When I saw this in our garden the other day, it brought a lot of memories back! Sad, Happy and
most of it are full of love.
This will be my favorite bike forever for it has a lot meaning for me and family.
Its rust equals its value.
I Love this Mountain Bike!
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