In the 80's, when were learned what being hard up was, my project was to find a bike for our 4+ year old. Reduced to renovating an abandoned bike. My how we were skint.
This could turn into a Monty Python sketch.
But, when I were about 3 or 4, I was given a tricycle. Not sure if it was new or renovated, but always thought it was new. However, when I grew out of it, my dad painted it up and gave it to my young brother. Alas within the year, the frame snapped and my brother had a spill and was bikeless.
Strange though, I progressed through many two wheelers to the cyclist I am now. But my brother, although he did have more bikes, never became an enthusiastic cyclist. I wonder now if the trike fail had anything to do with his lack of enthusiasm for bikes.