I have always felt blessed for the time that I was able to spend there as a child. It was a very small town, we spent winters skiing, ice skating and sledding, while summer was filled running through fields, catching tadpoles in the nearby stream, riding horses and Friday nights at the rodeo. I will never forget how on Sunday mornings as we drove to church there would be hot air balloons dotting the sky, enchanting I tell you. We were not rich but I felt like the luckiest kid alive while riding next to my Dad in his big orange (he says it use to be red) GMC truck with the radio on and singing along with Christopher Cross and ToTo!! I pray for my kids to look back on their childhood and feel the way I do about mine.
This is not the actual truck but very similar.