Can we have a talk about our first bike experiences and how it progressed?

First bike I got for Christmas in '92, kids bike, called Reksio (pic related, it was the name of that cartoon dog). It had trainer wheels on and after that broke, someone stuck a wooden pole in the back and grandparents would follow me holding it so I didn't fall. Until gramps got borred and basically pushed me real hard telling me to ride on my own - I fell after 200m, got a bunch of bruises but I learned to ride on my own and was happy as a clam. Next was my mom's old folding bike, that thing sat in the attic for over 20 years. Grandads came over with some tools, gasoline and a bottle of vodka, they disassembled everything cleaned it, applied grease and put it all back together like brand new, before the bottle was empty. My first grown bike and I made mad miles on it. Then came the road bike - all steel, rims included, 1x5, downtube shifter, plastic bar tape, heavy as sin. It was shit. I envied my friends with MTBs, but only until we started racing on asphalt, suddenly not so shit. I eventually got that MTB in '96, but my dad had his way about it, again heavy steel with fenders, rack and a fucking dynamo. Those things broke pretty quickly though and it gradually became a nice machine. I rode it until 2011 and then gave it to some poor kid, who apparently made a real nice machine out of it. I kinda miss that one, it was the only bike I had that felt like it one with me when riding.
Any anons here miss their childhood bikes?