A memory {tree roots = horse carriage}
One thing my parents encouraged when their children were young was to use their imaginations. And we did. My sister and I remember countless times when we played outside (back when children still did that!) with just ourselves, our dolls and SO much more. Here is one story about just an ordinary tree root. (I do not have any pictures to go along with these memories. Someday I am hoping to go back to that place and capture my childhood before it goes away with the wind...) If you were going out of our house and walking down the driveway, about 3/4 of the way down on the left, there was this tree that grew out of the ground on a chunk of earth that was raised above the driveway. This tree had a root that grew almost straight out; it was curved, like a step. My sister and I used this as our step into our horse-drawn carriage - we wanted SO badly to own a horse! But because we didn't, we used our imagination and it became something wonderful. We became the princesses and thi