No idea why I loved steep hills.

I hear being a Grandpa is the best, it is like a redo on parenting.

Many years ago my grandparents lived in Wausau, WI. My Gramps had a Ford LTD, blue and as long as a school bus. I can still remember sitting on those blue plasticy seat, not sure what they were really made of. They were cold in the winter and boiling in the summer.

Today I had a group of teachers meeting at our off site facility which is a short drive from every building. As I drove back I had this flashback to childhood. My brother and I used to always ask Gramps to find the biggest hills and drive us up and down until we got tired.

I’m sure the hills were not very steep but I remember them as mountainous, I was sure we would flip over at any second. I was scared every time but kept asking for more.

Many years later, after the Corps, we took a trip to visit family in Ireland. Gramps grew up there. While I am pretty sure, hopefully, that I am many years away from obtaining the title of Gramps, I hope I can be just like him.