When I was eleven I wanted to get a bicycle, but I didn’t know how to ride one, and I was staying with my sister.  I was living with my sister because my step-father just blew up.  Anyway, so one of the people in the apartment that she lived in had a scooter.  So this steep hill over here by the engineering building, I went up a little ways at a time until I could go down the whole thing without falling and hurting myself.  And then I borrowed one of the peoples’ bicycles and the yard had a brick wall and I used walk the walls at the cemetery.  You know, for balance and stuff.  And anyway, I got on that thing, and climbed up on the wall and jumped on and started pedaling like crazy.  And I wasn’t sure how to stop, but I was able to.  And it was interesting.  I taught myself how to read too because you know, I didn’t get much attention, you were just let out to run all day and the door locked and if you needed something you had to figure it out for yourself.