As a child in grade 1 I attended a 1 teacher school in country QLD. To get to school I was piggybacked on a horse behind my elder brother. One afternoon as we headed home the coloured pencils that I had omitted to put in there box or pencil case started to rattle in the cardboard port strapped to my back as we started to jog. The horse started to shy, gallop, then pig root and consequently we ended up in a heap, winded and bruised in our neighbours paddock.
Here the pencils were disposed of very unceremoniously in the paddock and we limped home with me well behind my good natured brother and found the horse already there. This would have been 1956. My brother can't remember and I can't forget but then he is 7 years older than me.