Big Wheels Keep On Turning!!

When I was in the 3rd grade we moved from the peaceful South to the noisy, chaotic North, specifically, Staten Island, NY. To say it was a culture change would be the understatement of the century. I have many memories of that year in my life, I was at an impressionable age and there were many things to impress me!

Sitting here at the table this morning, a vivid memory from that time in my life came rushing back to me, I had no choice but to share it with you, I only hope I can do it justice.

It was the seventies, the culture was rich with wacky colors for refrigerators, short shorts, Elton John, Disco and roller skating. Children were thrilled with slinkys, Schoolhouse Rock and BIG WHEELS. For those of you younger readers, here is a picture.

My family lived on a dead end street, in a duplex and there was a sidewalk that ran along in front of all the homes on the street. For Christmas that year, the toy store must have been giving away Big Wheels - because it seemed every child had one, well, every boy that is. And they would ride, and ride and ride up and down in front of our house, and every other house on the street. Have you ever heard a "herd" of Big Wheels? It is thunderous and even as an eight year old, I likened it to dozens of hands scratching on a chalkboard...ANNOYING! I don't know how my mom resisted the urge not to put big boulders on the sidewalk in front of our house to stop the race.

This morning, my little sweet thang found a toy from her past. Her Winnie The Pooh car...she got it for her first birthday...it was cute then, to see her little legs pushing herself all around the house, getting frustrated when she hit the carpet and couldn't make it GO! This morning as I sat trying to clear my brain, recover from surviving a night of only about three hours sleep and wishing I could be anywhere but here, well, let's just say, the sound of that cart on my kitchen floor, over and over again brought back that long ago memory. Suddenly, I was eight years old, waking up on a Saturday morning to the sound of the mighty herd of Big Wheels stomping by my window. The only difference is that now, thirty-six years later, I could do this...
Take a picture and then take the toy away!!!

I know - I am the meanest mom in the world! :-)

Enjoy the rest of the weekend!
Bev