oneword.: bike: "My brother was given an old bike when he was about 12, it was blue and had silver handlebars. When I was about 9 and my brother was away at boarding school, he passed it on to me. It was the greatest gift I was ever given, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved that bike. I used to ride it over the cattle grids and up the hill and away on the quiet dirt roads, there was no-one there but me and my imagination. Sometimes I want to go back there so much it almost hurts. "