Favorite Childhood Toy

When I was about 6 years old I had this little dirt bike and quad that we’d take out to the desert. When I was learning to ride my dad would hold onto the back while I started hitting the throttle, about 30 seconds in I look back and to my surprise he wasn’t holding it anymore. My uncle actually made a miniature course in the desert using a bulldozer. He mad little jumps and turns, and I probably looked like I was riding on a kitty-course but to me it felt like I was a professional rider. When I’d take these little jumps which I probably caught an inch of air if that I felt like I was flying. I’d even try little tricks like putting my legs out to the side on the jumps. I remember when I would be going to hit a turn i’d put my leg down in order to make sharper cuts. I even wiped out before because the dirt was too soft on a turn and it caught my tire making me tip over. I just wish I could’ve seen myself riding. I must’ve been only going like 15 mph, but it would feel like I was hauling ass.