KIDS ON WHEELS

 

I don’t know who these children are.  I found the photo online, but it’s a near perfect match to the prompt so I had to use it!  The girls even have their ankles crossed the same way. J

Another copy from online of an old fashioned kiddie car.

A granddaughter’s birthday kiddie car gift for her 2nd birthday.

“Mutts” cartoon: The cat & dog often ‘borrow’ the little girl next door’s electric kiddie car to go for a joy ride.

My Mom said I liked to push my Taylor-Tot, sans the handle, around the backyard.  I guess I liked to sit in it too.  The only limiting factor with that was the foot tray in the way.  I don’t know if the foot tray was removable?  If it was I would have been able to propel myself around with my feet.  Having been about the age of 2 when this picture was taken, however, I don’t remember?


Me riding my trike down the sidewalk in front of our house.  It was red and I loved it, but I was getting to be a little too big for it so I must have been around 6 here.  My younger brother inherited it, but I don’t remember getting another, bigger, trike?  A couple of years or so later my brother got a bigger one – a blue one – and I remember being able to ride it when he wasn’t.  I also remember riding on the back of it as we zipped down the street (on the sidewalk).

It wasn’t the safest thing to do, but what did we know?  It was fun.  We didn’t have a dog, though.  And I don’t remember falling off.

My son in 1972 trying to ride his trike in the snow.

1974 - the Christmas my 2-year old daughter thought Santa had brought her the Big Wheel meant for her brother.  Oops.  No, no, sweetie.  See that cradle with a dolly in it over there  . . .

1977 - Daughters riding their tricycles on our large back patio.  I’m not sure why they’re so dressed up?  I think we might have just come home from church. 

This looks like a fun version of a tricycle.  Giddie-up Trigger!

My Dad, the cowboy, in his wild west buckboard wagon round about 1915-16.

My younger oldest sister and I liked to play with my brother’s wagon when he wasn’t playing with it.  I think she was around 2 in this photo so I would have been 7. 

This is my husband at a young age sitting on a toy fire engine with a water tower.  He told me it was one of his favorite toys.

Here’s an unusual wheelie my youngest daughter is riding.  It was called an Inchworm.  Bouncing up and down on it made the wheels turn – very slowly.  It literally moved inch by inch.  Both daughters had one and usually, after a few bounces and barely getting anywhere, they’d just propel the things with their feet.  Behind her, here, is a rocking horse.  No wheels, just rockers but if one daughter bounced on the Inchworm and the other simply scooted the rocking horse forward a bit with each rocking, they stayed even. J

Eldest daughter is taking it rather easy here, riding the Inchworm sidesaddle. J 

:-> 

La Nightingail

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