Uncle Steve got a new bike, and before he sold his old one he took Adam on a ride.
If I would have pushed, they would have let me ride, but I guess I was too chicken and those big ugly things do not look as friendly as the dirt bike I grew up on on.
Kids one Sunday morning.
Playing on the deck.
The old Steam engine with the littles.
Bikey bikes.
Ice creamery
Swimmering swims
Lollying lollipops
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