Apparently (for I do not remember it) I was thrown out of my dad's BSA or Enfield sidecar onto the road when he had an accident in which he broke his shoulder and my mother (in the sidecar) broke her leg. I was about six months old.
Although I only had a nappy on, I was found crawling in the road without a scratch.
Better than a funfair ride, it was........
So as soon as I was old enough to hang on to his belt I was taken to school (age four) on the back of the bike, with a helmet so big it kept flopping over my eyes. None of this nancy feet on the footpegs stuff, I just dangled
Had to wait 'til 16th birthday to get my first bike, though, although three months prior to that I'd bought a step-through for £30 from a bloke at the local college, rode it home in the rain with no crash helmet with no pre-mix in the tank (no-one had told me about oil as well) and p/ex'd it for a new Casal 50 as soon as I could ride legally.
Fully comp insurance- £4 a year.
Them were the days!
It's not falling off, it's an upgrade opportunity.