I recall my uncle that visiting us and he brought a toy car for me for have a going and he painted bright blue and it had working light on it it was a pedal car made of tin it was about 1940 and I was left upstairs with the car and it was quiet natural for me to try and drive it down the stairs and it is what I did I remember to have toll roll crate and that was the end of it, my mother was there my father was in the army and my mother came terrified but that it was the stupid of my early youth nothing has change much.

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