I remember waking up crying, when I was about six years old. I wanted a scooter!
Scooters were wonderful! I’d watched with envy as my friends whizzed past, having the time of their lives. My three wheeler bike lacked the excitement, the thrill of the scooter.
Could I have one for Christmas? To pacify me, my parents said ‘yes’, but when the time came, no scooter appeared. Had Santa run out of them?
Who knows what would have become of me if that marvel of speed, the scooter, had become part of my life?