Well as summer getting closer to fall, my dare devil'ish side emerged. All summer long, I saw the big kids riding their bikes down the hill infront of my trailer; then finally, one day, I took my trike, got up to the top of the hill and shouted out..."On your mark, get set, go!" Well, Mom heard this and came running over to find out what was going on....needless to say she was quick to buy a helmet, and was really quick to tell me that there was no riding down the hill without it. I tried a few times, I wasn't successful. I finally caved in to her wishes and still found ways to go faster!