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At two years old, all I wanted was a big red tricycle for Christmas. Times were very hard for us back then, my dad didn't make much money and with four kids to feed all we had was cornbread and buttermilk for meals. Dad didn't get me my trike since we had no money. He went to the owner of the store and begged him to open up and offered to make payments on the $16 trike. The owner agreed and dad brought the trike home and said he found it on the front porch where Santa left it.