Other people's toys

I would have liked one of those trikes with a "boot" on the back. I have always had a succession of trikes and bikes, including now, but never one with a boot. I could have put my dollies' food shopping in it.

I had a lovely dolls pram, which was taken apart and the wheels used to build a go-cart with my male friends. My go-cart went really fast (I thought so anyway). I fondly remember my roller skates too. I was a very oudoorsy sort of girl and once tore my best Sunday skirt when out climbing trees. My Mother was not at all impressed.

I had other things on my mind when I read the title if this thread

My mum would insist my brother allowed me to play with his Lego when he was out with his mates.
I think DH got far more enjoyment out of our two's k'nex (plastic construction sets) than the children.

When I was 6 I was given a bike which was kept on a stand in my bedroom which I shared with my brother (overcrowded post war London housing). I got up early and used to like to whirr the back wheel round using the pedals- on this day I decided to stop the wheel by sticking my hand in it - you guessed it chopped the top of my finger clean off!! It was sewed back on but I have a very funny looking finger with not much feeling in it! Needless to say I was in big trouble with Mother for upsetting her!! Other than that all I can remember is a rubber giraffe which was lovely and bendy.

Unisex toys for me. I did have a doll and dolls pram but I loved my sisters Bako and my childrens Lego.

I was one of five siblings (3boys, 2girls). We had one scooter and one trike (big enough for up to about eight years old) between us. My dad made 'bogeys' (karts) for us too out of old pram wheels and bits of wood. We shared them all out in the back "ten-foot" (Hull name for a back lane).

Didn't have a brother but the boy who lived down the hill had a go-cart made from bits and pieces, pram wheels, etc and it was steered with a skipping rope. I really was

You had tricycles ? I did love my red scooter but would have given anything for a tricycle.

Yes, they were great for bombing about on, weren't they? Very sturdy.

I hope your nose wasn't a complete write-off, gillybob!

My tricycle had a boot too Ana I can remember bombing around the streets on it until I took a sharp corner and someone had parked their car (cortina) on the pavement and both my nose and my lovely trike were right offs! I can remember my "auntie" (my mums friend) grabbing the driver by the scruff of the neck and threatening to "knock his bloody block off" happy days

Hated dolls. They always seemed to have scary faces. However, my brother's cars, that was different. My grandson talks about the faces on cars and trains whenever he sees them. I mean real trains, not just Thomas and friends. He even has a favourite bullet train because of the shape of its face.

My tricycle (which was blue, BTW!) had a 'boot' and was much envied by the boys on our road!

No. It was always dolls for me. Loved my dollies. Playing schools with them, pushing them in my dolls' pram, giving them their tea. Boring kid wasn't I?

When I was little, I had a large doll's cot which became a bus when a little boy came to play. As I wasn't really keen on dolls, this was fine by me. My uncle made me a lovely green wooden engine during the war when there weren't many toys available and one very prized possession was a second hand trike. I used to play with my kids' Lego once they had gone to bed.

There was nothing sneaky about my playing with my three daughters' Brio train set. Wore out the knees of several pairs of trousers crawling around the floor working out the best circuits