Monday, October 22, 2007

Hayride

There is nothing more delightful than taking an almost four-year-old grandchild on his first hayride, especially when it has a slightly scary stop in the cemetary just after twilight, and lots of kids from 4 to 18 riding along, singing songs, and tossing straw off the side of the wagon. After the first 10 minutes he leaned back, looked at the sky, and said, "This is way fun!"

My thoughts exactly.
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1 comment:

  1. Aunt Jo11:35 PM

    That is so sweet. Hayrides are the stuff memories are made of.

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