Thinking Back

As I sit here in my office, I am looking around at all the pictures I have up. Some of my friends, some of my family, and some of me when I was younger. Kind of a wide string of pictures, but all that bring a smile to my face. This one makes me smile every time i look at it. It was taken Aug. 23, 1986. I was 17 months old. Its in the backhoe that my grandpa has. I always remember ridding around in it with him down at the shop behind the car wash. Through the years we had a go kart, then I had a dirt bike down there, and then he sold it. But so many great memories. I remember one day that Justin and Blake (my cousins) were down visiting my grandparents and we all went with grandpa down to the shop. We were out back playing on Tim's equipment and I got stung by a Bee. Justin came to my rescue and carried me back to grandpa's bay and took care of me. I was fine, but the next day we went out I remember him telling me that i needed to stay away from that equipment so it didn't happen again. So he took me on the go kart most of the day where ever he went. I think out of all of my adventures I have taken, the one's where I was helping grandpa at the shop or farm stand out the most. I also remember one summer were I was helping Erik and Grandpa pick up rocks at a lot he had just purchased. I was driving the backhoe behind them so they could put the rocks in the bucket. I was so excited that I was able to help them out. Now looking back on everything, I miss so much, being able to hang out with my family, or even call them. I do however love the fact that I get to look at my desk everyday and think about these wonderful memories. Like hitting the ball in the back yard with grandpa, or seeing them come to my softball games. I'm so glad I was able to spend those times with all of my family, I just wish I would be able to share a few more memories with everyone.
--Danielle