By John Montone, 1010 WINS
NEW YORK (1010 WINS) — The red Schwinn’s fenders were so shiny they reflected the lights on our Christmas tree. I was 9 years old, and that bicycle represented freedom to me.
It would take me to parks and playgrounds, to newspaper stores to pick up baseball cards and oh, yeah — to confession on Saturday afternoons. But at least I could make a quick get-away once that was over.
Some children never get a Christmas memory like that.