After my first daughter’s second birthday, I became inundated with “stuff.” Toys that had limited use, bulky items that took up space, and of course the sentimental stuffed animals that held a memory and couldn’t be discarded. That was the birthday that my parents bought my daughter a tricycle. A little red one that looked exactly like the one I had growing up. The nostalgia coupled with a decent sale price made it a no brainer… Until I put it together and saw she wouldn’t be able to pedal on her own. It wasn’t until she was about 4 that she was able to pedal her trike, and by then she had completely outgrown it. To say I was disappointed in our retro style trike is an understatement. But I wouldn’t have known at the time exactly what it was I was looking for.