When I was 3, my big sister, Betty, lifted me up and put me in our coaster wagon with my brother David. “Hold on tight, Marcy,” she said. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Later, Dad hooked up a larger wooden wagon to the garden tractor after removing the back rototiller blades for safety. My older brother, Jim, drove with the three of us younger kids in the wagon. Jim, age 11, yelled, “Hold on tight, Marcy. We’re going for a fast ride this time.” Fast? What’s fast? I wondered.
Betty and David were excited and happy. I quickly realized why, as I felt the thrill of moving through space. I smiled widely, delighted to join in the fun.
Lots of rides like these happened on our Ohio farm in the…
