When I was little, my sister and I would go to my Mamaw's house, hop in the Radio Flyer, and ride down the hill. At the end of the hill was a ravine with a small wooden bridge. The goal was to ride down the hill and go right over the bridge. As long as I was in front and steering, we coasted over the bridge every time. The ONE time I let my sister steer, she got the right two tires on the bridge, but the left two slipped off the edge, plummeting us into the water. I never let her steer again.
Sophie and Eli got a Radio Flyer for Christmas. Eli has been taking his sweet time in learning to sit up by himself. In the past few weeks, he finally got the hang of it without falling over to one side. Last night, we took a walk around the block. Seeing my two babies in their wagon brought back the memories of my sister and I in our wagon. Luckily for Steve and I, the land around us is flat. Sophie and Eli still have a few years before we let them ride down hills!





