As well as a wheelbarrow I also use to have a wind-up removal van with a roll-up door at the back. I wound it up one day watched it run across the lino floor and under the sideboard. I got called away for tea and when I got back there it was, gone, and I've never seen it since.
Yep. I had three prime possessions in my childhood. My removal van, my wheel barrow, and my red double breasted blazer with silver buttons. :-) @luvnsunshine
I remember my mother carrying me into the house that we moved to shortly after I was born. I've always had the impression in this memory that it was the first time I'd been in the house, so I would been maybe a year, 18 months old.
Pokey the white cat always getting in trouble and being banished to the laundry room. My mom had to give her away before my sister was born because she didn't trust her to be around a newborn.
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Me sliding on the floor of my house like an aquarium seal, while being asked by someone how old I am...must have been three or four years old...
