This memory was added on: December 1,2004

I loved my Big Wheel. I had envied my neighbor across the street for his Big Wheel, and eventually my parents bought me one of my own. I rode that thing all over the place. Once, I decided to take a trip on it; you know, hittin’ the road for a while and seeing where life took me. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I was always looking for adventure and the Big Wheel seemed like the right vehicle to take me there. For provisions, I packed some string cheese in the blue supply box behind the seat. Sometimes I’d patrol the neighborhood, making sure everything was okay. I lived on a cul-de-sac about 2/3 the way down a steep street. Once, my frieds and I took our Big Wheels and rode them down the hill, turning blindly onto the dead-end street at top speed. When my mom caught us doing it we got yelled at. We knew it was risky, but somehow we thought we’d be able to out-maneuver the cars if we had to.

P
1969

In the Little Boys, Big Wheels photo essay.