The one I rode to school had a smaller front wheel than that.
Don't ever let my kids know this but we'd do more than double on our pushies.
You could carry one person sitting on the handle bars, one sitting on the cross bar and one sitting behind you on the seat.
Did anyone else have a "Scratch and Smell" T-Shirt?
Pineapple was my favourite, the banana one smelt like old banana skins after sitting in a school bag for a week.
The one I rode to school had a smaller front wheel than that.
Don't ever let my kids know this but we'd do more than double on our pushies.
You could carry one person sitting on the handle bars, one sitting on the cross bar and one sitting behind you on the seat.
Did anyone else have a "Scratch and Smell" T-Shirt?
Pineapple was my favourite, the banana one smelt like old banana skins after sitting in a school bag for a week.
Yes I did have a scratch and smell T-Shirt I think it was Strawberry
and the bike JJJ was it anything like my bike in this picture
Is that you on yours Warren?
I'm pretty sure mine had a 10" or 12" front wheel. It had super long forks too. The seat was your traditional chopper seat with sissy bar. Loved the BIG handle bars.
I think Mum picked it up quite cheap second hand. It was a deep yellow colour. sigh......
memories
Yes that is me on it and it was a deep yellow colour too. And it took many chunks of skin from my ankles too which is why I remember it so well OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hi all you youngsters. I have lots of memories but I will pick one year.
1940
1. I was in kindergarten then 1st class. Got my first and second kisses from some of the girls in my class. In the playground (just around the corner of a fence out of sight of any teachers). Not that I think they would have cared.
2. Air raid bags. These were a must have and contained a bandage, sticking plaster, a piece of barley sugar and packet of chewing gum. They were quite useless. I don't know what pollies invented them but we were allowed to eat the contents at the end of the month when they were renewed. They disappeared in 1941 when chewing gum disappeared off the lolly shop shelf. Air raid shelters were dug in the school playground by working B's of parents.
3. I got a Cyclops scooter for XMAS the second smallest in their inventry. It at least only had 2 wheels. Not sure of the price because Santa tore the price tickets off. I think it was about 5/6
4. There were no school tuck shops. You brought your lunch from home. Bread was stale after 24 hours so cut lunches were not very appetising. If you were lucky you got 3d to buy lunch. A pie cost 1d. fish & chips 3d. You always saved a penny to buy some lollies if you could.
I could go on. We had a class reunion in the mid 1980's. Managed to locate about 80% of the 1st class of 1941. Oh! our favourite radio serial was First Light Fraser. We were dumbfounded when his girl friend Kay was killed off by the Germans.
Yes that is me on it and it was a deep yellow colour too. And it took many chunks of skin from my ankles too which is why I remember it so well OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I can so relate, those damn cottle pins (?) sticking out. Couch.
Interesting that you mention Puffnstuff Warren, because it was delivered by the same people who did the Banana Splits. I couldn't stand it back then, stoopid flute....
I can make my kids cry if I put the theme music to either show on.
Some would call it cruel and unusual punishment.
But I think we owe it to ourselves to torture our children with songs of our youth. My Mum did it to me, her Mum did it to her etc etc.
And if you're a Brisbane-er, you will remember this fondly...
(have a look at that city skyline it's half the size it is today http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rRQxpyQ2X0
60's...
Two in ones.
Going down the shop for mum to buy a pound of broken biscuits and buying a comic to read on the way home.
Making mud pies and tree houses.
Pogo sticks.
A local boy made me a billycart for 5 shillings and I asked him to paint 'Jupiter' on the side. He miss spelled it so I had a billycart named Jupter.
Then came Apollo....................how exciting it all was!
A poem about one memorable XMAS of my youth written by my wife pam
Warren, that jogged my memory...
When I was about 9 or 10 I thought I would try the same thing and stealthily approached the pressies in the dark. I felt a little container with a lid, which I thought needed investigating. I quietly pryed the lid off and there was a loud pinging sound and a springy wormy thing came flying out across the room. (A kind of jack in the box).
After I recovered my wits.......I very sheepishly crawled back to bed.
(A kind of jack in the box). 
