I had a trike and a tractor until I got big enough to ride my older sisters cast off. No training wheels. Just peddling like your life depended on it and falling over, picking oneself up again and keep on trying. I think I was 11 or 12 when my dad helped me transform her old bike into mine. A coat of hot pink spray paint and a black sparkly banana seat and fringes to hang from the handle bars. When I got to college I bought my first new bike, a ten speed.

What was your first pet?