Cherry Pickin' Time!

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Wagon fun ...

Don't I look SMASHING? Kyle looks a bit dorky.

A friend tagged me in a Facebook post asking if I recalled riding home from church camp in the back of a station wagon. The type with the rear-facing seat. This was my response:

"I do not believe I was along for that drive. I do, however, remember actually OWNING one that was ancient but in good condition. Because I was poor. And needed something that could hold a kid and his wheelchair and another kid who had legs that grew like Pinocchio's nose. At first my son relished the idea of sitting in the back seat because it was different, and he could undoubtedly have extremely creative sign language conversations with oncoming traffic. Then during one drive I heard him squeal like a scared little girl and looked in the rearview mirror to see a semi truck attempting to mate with my wagon. I think Kyle might have been overzealous in his sign language. Afterwards he sat in the middle and complained about the humiliation of our crappy car. Ahhhh. Memories. ;^)"

That wagon was also my favorite place for some quality girl time. A Discman playing some Alanis Morrissette, Wallflowers, Sheryl Crowe, Oasis, etc., wine, and the occasional vehicle that cruised by my driveway made for some great evenings in the middle of nowhere after the boys went to bed. I always dressed for the occasion (flannel pajamas and coat in winter, spaghetti strap jammies in summer). And I always waved.

Just to set the scene, I will pretend this photo is of me and Kyle. Because I always dressed like that when  bringing him his beach toys as he sat happily and expectantly on the "observation lounge." I realize it's an image a bit hard to swallow. After all, he's a blonde. And he wore water wings.

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