Today, I had to draw a bicycle but didn't quite like the black one parked downstairs...the only one in our building. It lacks personality, me thinks. So, I turned to the ever helpful Mr. Google and started scanning images for an interesting bicycle. Saw many - simple everyday ones, bicycles bedecked with flowers, vintage bikes on display....but none appealed to me. Feeling a little bored now, I suddenly decided to look for tricycles...... just to see what came up, and that's when I came across this little beauty.
To everyone else, this might seem like a pretty ordinary tricycle, but it spoke to me....of another little red tricycle.
You see, as kids we had a tricycle just like it and I remember peddling around furiously to make it go as fast as the wind. There was this boy next door who had a red scooter and he never let any of the other kids near it. I suppose he thought owning a scooter placed him a notch above the rest, and it's likely he wasn't taught how to share with others. As a result, we often left him to play by himself. Who wanted his silly scooter anyway? Our tricycle ensured we always had company since it was meant for two. Although sitting at the back and being driven around made us feel like royalty, it was always a treat to sit up front, steer the bicycle and go 'parrrrp parrp' on the yellow and red horn, a cheap, plastic contraption bought at the fair.
I can almost see myself and my brother scooting around on our little red tricycle. Ah, the memories a simple photograph can evoke!
So, this particular sketch is in fond memory of the joy of childhood...a red tricycle.
Art-a-Day challenge, day 7, completed!
Paarrrrrp! Paarrrrp!
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