The best part of my trip? When my little brother leaned over at the Fourth of July party and said, “ya wanna go get the four wheelers and go for a ride?” Just like when we were kids. I said, “yeah!” Off we went. Zipping by the small crowds, headed into 60 acres of open space. Aaron, leading of course. Dirt flying into my freshly washed hair, bugs hitting my sunglasses, tight turns and mud puddles ahead. It was AWESOME! I was wearing my white tennis skirt and my Torresdale Union League collared shirt, with my keds. Didn’t matter. I wore splattered mud on my leg and crud in my hair. Just like when we were kids. I’ll be back in August! What’s your favorite childhood memory?