As my sisters and I celebrated Christmas, I thought about the year I got my first bicycle. I was seven and lost no time learning how to ride it. By the next day, I was caught up in the sheer delight of flying like a bright red streak over the streets of our South Houston neighborhood…When the bike mysteriously disappeared a few days later, I was told that Santa Claus himself had come and taken it back because I’d been seen riding it through puddles of water in front of our house.