George William Baker Tribute

I remember the first time I was able to ride a bicycle on my own, that last push he gave me before iIwas finally able to ride on my own, and I felt like I was flying. He assured me that I could do it, and I believed him. I think I was 5 or 6. If I remember correctly, it was a ten speed. It was so big I had to tilt the bike downwards just to get my legs over the bar, and Dad had to sturdy me so I could start off because my feet didnt reach the ground. So he got me going, and pushed me one last time, and I was off, riding into the breeze.