When Lillie visited recently, she was adjusting to a broken arm and I thought her outdoor adventures were a bit stifled.
I knew she had gone outside to poke around a bit and then I heard the sound of the wagon rolling across the concrete and ending at the gravel of the driveway.
She would put one leg in the wagon and shove off with the other. Then, hope inside and ride down the slope guiding it with the tongue of the wagon.
Never-mind that she had very little control. A girl can't let a little old broken arm keep her from having a bit of fun!