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Yesterday, Dean and I accompanied Andrew and Lassen on a field trip to a local pick-your-own fruit farm. The strawberries were delicious, the other parents and grandparents were interesting to talk to, and the kids were all so cute!

In the picnic area was a grassy hill leading to one of the buildings. While we were waiting for lunch when Lassen was getting restless I followed her up the hill.

A little background about me: When I was a kid there was nothing more delightful than finding a grassy hill with little or no thistles and rolling down the hill. I’d not done that since maybe my 20s or 30s.

Anyway, I asked if she wanted to roll down the hill and I showed her how. Then her friend, Patricia, wanted to join her. So for a little while two 2 year olds ran to me on the hill and attempted to roll down. I was feeling a little jealous because I was too old, and even mentioned that to Patricia’s father.

After lunch Lassen wanted to roll down the hill again and this time I said, I wish I could roll with you. She pushed my shoulder and said, “Try Nana, try”. I said, “No, I’m too old.” She pushed harder and again told me to try. So I tried and I am glad I did, although I am a tad stiff today.