There are few memories I have before the age of about three. I can remember some things, but have a hard time dating how old I actually was or whether the memory is something that ever actually happened. But, there are those things as a kid that will remain etched into your album of memories forever… mine involves wearing a little yellow foam life jacket and swinging off a rope swing over the Withlacootchie River. I’m hoping I gave my little nephew one of those moments today when my parents and I took him to the Fire Hall here in Orlando. He loves trucks… big trucks… and fire trucks seem to be getting the bulk of his attention lately. We made him firefighter for a day and gave him a close up view of those big shiny engines. He got to try on the hat, wear the firefighters jacket, sit in the drivers seat, push lots of buttons, hold the big hose, and meet all of the ever so kind firefighters at the station. You could tell he was mesmerized, and if he doesn’t remember it one day, I have plenty of pictures to help.
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