I remembered up until a certain point when my older brother would give me rides on his shoulders, letting me climb aboard and see our house (and only our house) while he held my legs for support. I loved the feeling of being super tall and seeing all around me while atop his shoulders. We never ventured outside of the house with this though; I think I honestly would have been scared had we gone outside.
My dad and my uncle sometimes carried me around on their shoulders as well. However, after awhile I outgrew the shoulder perch and felt a bit of jealousy when I would see that my brother Adam still got the rides around on their shoulders. He was lucky though: up until a certain point, Adam was very scrawny and therefore light enough to carry upon shoulders for a longer period of time than I ever was.