I Liked When I Got to Saw that Wood...













Now a quick reminiscing story to give some background on the title of this post. This memory comes from a video tape of a vacation to Houston (I think...) when I was younger (maybe 5th-7th grade?) Anyhow, for those of you who have ever watched a tape of any of our family vacations, you know that at the end of each trip we have a survey. What was your favorite thing we did/saw, favorite restaurant, where do you want to go next year, etc. Well, my answer to what was your favorite thing that particular trip was, "I liked when I got to saw that wood with that bicycle," in a very country voice. "Oh, and I liked the NASA." So to explain: We went to a village that had lots of antiques and memorabilia, and when we got to the wood shop, there was a bicycle that when you pedaled, the saw blade went up and down to cut a piece of wood. I was probably just happy I was actually allowed to touch the artifacts (sorry, inside joke that I will spare you the details.) The thought of that bicycle still thrills me. Maybe after all of our house building projects are complete, my honey can construct one for our gym. I am quite the multi-tasker.
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