There used to be a place at the supermarket where you could pick through the boxes and select one to put your shopping in. There were paper bags available as well.
Our front yard used to slope down to the street. It seemed like a huge hill when we were kids. I was a huge kid, so I must have been very young when this happened. No older than about 2 or 3. Car tyres were smaller in those days as well. My sister sat me inside a car tyre with my legs tucked up and rolled me down the hill, and the experience was terrifying and painful, particularly the skidding crash at the end. She dragged me back up the hill, still crying, and tried to force me (screaming) to go back inside the tyre for another go. My mother came running out of the house and asked what was wrong and my sister (who would have been maybe 5 years old) said "he doesn't want to get back in the tyre" as if she was expecting our mother to help convince me to get back in.
My sister remembers the incident as well, she was obsessed with a cartoon on TV where the heroes rode around in high speed tyres. Sorry, I couldn't find a pic so you will have to imagine it. She was trying to recreate the cartoon in real life.
