My Mom cleaned out most of her basement recently. One of the few things that remain is the bicycle she used to ride around in back in the late '70s and early '80s. The yellow baby seat I once sat in is still attached.

I don't have too many clear memories of the bike, but I vaguely remember that yellow baby seat and some snippets from the rides we went on during my childhood.

And now its tires have been flat for what seems like decades and the cobwebs have gotten to it. But it's still down there, in the basement.