I recently took my two youngest children on a field trip to the fire station. My son was especially enthralled with the big engines, and could hardly believe his good fortune at being allowed to run his hand along the shiny red fenders, and take a turn sitting in the driver’s seat. It brought to mind my first fire station field trip on a day forever etched into my memory.
I have never thought much about telling the story because in a way, I never really thought of it as my story to tell.
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