Nothing like having your kid drive you around for the first time. Claire perfected her driving skills before I got there, so no, we did not end up in the blackberry patch. Thank goodness. We got to the end of the lane, and as if I hadn't trekked that path a ga-jillion times as a kid, she said, "Hang on mom, it's a little bumpy in this part." It was a glorous tour of soybeans, the creek, an old Pontiac shell my brother dragged up there years ago, corn, old air conditioning units apprently now used for target practice (didn't get to shoot any guns this time, darn it), more soybeans ... and soybeans. Oh, and hills. It was good to see hills again.
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