Memories...

I just LOVED this story, and it reminded me of my childhood...So I decided to tell my own story this morning! Thanks for the memory.

When we were children, my father had a LOUD rumbly truck. We could here him three blocks away it was so loud. Nearly every day when we heard that sound that told us he was coming, we'd quickly ride our bikes to the end of the block and wait for him while he continued the first two blocks. By now we could see him coming and we would race him home. He'd kick the motor to neutral (he had a downhill drive the rest of the way) and it would roar. He'd coast home while we sped as fast as our feet would take us. The bikes would be thrown into the yard and we all had hugs for him. We love our Dad.