While living in our third home my mom would make me a picnic lunch and I would ride with my lunch in my little red wagon down to the bottom of the hill. The road in front of our house was not paved. It was a dirt road and not super steep, so I would have momentum but the ride down the hill would be bumpy and the dirt and rocks would slow me down enough to keep moving, but not too fast. The location was in the country and there weren’t very many homes. I would sit in the wagon and eat my lunch, enjoying the sights and sounds of nature and thinking. Most of the time my brothers were off enjoying time doing boy things like hiking, climbing around in the trees and having adventures together. I was completely content to sit quietly enjoying my lunch in my red wagon, and after I was done, I’d pull my wagon back up the hill. I enjoyed the time having a little picnic by myself in nature by our country home.