Magic Bike

From Diane's Truck Stories

I’m writing some miracle stories under the larger canopy of “Diane’s Truck Stories.” While I’ve been known to have had a few “creative” memories from the past, in supposed actuality I’ve been told by my siblings about my childhood habit of playing for hours and hours in our parent’s dark, carpeted coat closet near our front door. With trucks. Not Barbies, not baby dolls, but two metal 1950’s style semi cabs with detachable trailers. Amazing how body memories can be retrieved - after my closest in age sister insisted on this, I could suddenly recall one cab as painted corn cob yellow, though I couldn’t remember the other, nor the trailers. These were presumably children’s presents from my father’s employer of that time, Armco Steel, for whom he drove steel pipe on short hauls. Or else they were office models he was simply given by the company. https://butlerhistory.com/murals/armco-steel/

I could then remember loading up my toy horses for hauling around the entire house, also carpete…