Sixty years for me. Otherwise, pretty much the same story -- learned by coasting down a hill on a balloon-tired Columbia that was much too big for me. A lot of my subsequent riding was in winter, visiting friends while home from boarding school, but there were daily trips to and from the swimming hole during summer vacation as well. Parking was nonexistent in graduate school, so I fell into what was to become a lifelong pattern -- bike for practical daily transport, car for weekend sport and fun. Unlike some of you, I don't draw a distinction between "kid cycling" and adult riding, because my riding today is pure utility, just as it was then. I ride a German commuter bike which is a vastly improved version of the Columbia and just as convenient. Riding home from work on a snowy winter night, I feel as if I am 16, the difference being that I do at work the things I dreamed of 56 years ago.