20 years ago, my daughter who was 4 at the time and myself moved into a darling little community of elderly neighbors and tiny cabins.
Most of them were seasonal, we were year round. Our first summer we rounded up the only other two neighborhood children we could find (grandchildren of one of the neighbors) and decided to do trike parade. The grandparents lined our little circle and the kiddos proudly decorated their 3 wheels with red, white and blue ribbons and flags. I was the Grand Marshall holding a boom box that weighed as much as a small child and cranked Lee Greenwood’s ‘God Bless The USA’. I had some old potato sacks so then they did a gunny sack race and we ate cupcakes. Fast forward 20 years.
Most of the cabins have turned now, our elderly neighbors have passed, their places either sold or willed down to the next generation. The parade now consists of golf carts, ATV’s, scooters, bikes, trikes, classic cars, stilts, and even President Trump stops by to shake some hands. We still do gunny sack races, three legged races, and wheel barrow races only we have about 8 heats of each. The highlight is when it’s the dad’s turn to take the field. We added a dunk tank a few years ago, along with a pie in the face competition and a huge water balloon fight to put an end to the games before heading over to the fireworks.
I am blessed to be part of such a greats neighborhood that loves its kids and good old fashioned fun!