My son got his first dirt bike for Christmas. For the last year I had been telling him he had to wait until he was eight years old. Because I felt that at age eight he would be responsible enough to ride it. His Dad has a dirt bike and often goes riding on Saturdays. When he’d head out the door my son would look enviously after him and say, “If I had a dirt bike then I could go riding too.” My husband, with my sons help wore me down. My husband showed me how many three and four … Continue reading →