Remember rafting in the Bothell Slough with the family of Dad's former mission companion? All those idyllic times. Playing soccer in the cold rain and deep mud? All those non idyllic times. Actually, rafting on the Church property in the mountains was exciting, and a little dangerous. Shortly before we moved there, a young mother in our (Bothell, WA) Ward had capsized in the rapids and she went under and had her hair pinned by a log. She left 4 children.
How about picking blackberries off the huge wild bushes in the meadow on our property, lovely prelude to all those acres of towering forest? Day trips to Mt. Rainier, The Seattle Center, Lake Washington, Puget Sound? Driving all over in the rain looking for the owner of the bloated dead cow in a muddy field in the desperate hope of trying to save it? Boarding a ferry to here or there? Exploring the rain forest on the peninsula? Or boldly driving over all the huge slugs in our 3/4 mile long winding driveway? We were on 12 mostly forested acres on 39th Avenue. To me, it was like being on vacation everyday, I loved it so much. But you were in school, after all...slightly different take.
You were only in 4th grade the year we were in Seattle, but you made a friend, Jeremy, and one day when the sun came out, you guys somehow decided to get your bikes and take a trip. You went like 11 miles to a Winery, perhaps in Woodinville, and thought you were virtually now adults if you could spend a day like that. You must have felt pretty grown up when they served you grape juice in a wine glass in the tasting room. The start of your very own adventures. Sweet!
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