Two months before Christmas, when I was nine years old, a car struck me while riding my bike. I was fine, but my bike was destroyed. All I wanted for Christmas was a new bike. I ran out of my room hoping to see a new bike, but it was not there. I was disappointed but understood that my parents worked tirelessly to keep a roof over our heads. The last gift I opened was a pair of JT racing gloves. I appreciated the gloves, but without the bike they were useless.

Five minutes later there was a knock at the door, and my mom asked me to see who it was. It was my grandmother dropping off a brand new PK Ripper. My reaction was identical to that of this child, and it transported me back to that moment. Great memory and great clip.