The only thing I was missing last night was my sandbox because I felt like a kid again when those Snowbirds buzzed the Gas City, a few times.
And I wasn’t alone either in my love for anything fast and shiny as the neighbors had the doors open and their necks craned towards the sky too.
Being a country boy, firetrucks and airplanes mesmerized me, mostly because you don’t see a lot of that action on the gravel roads of home. I won’t blink an eye when Farmer Joe rolls into town with his 5 ton grain truck or the combine with the triple wide header inches it’s way towards you but if I see a ride with sirens on it, it’s like Grade 1 all over. I stop what I’m doing and all focus is on the red truck with the flashing lights.
It’s good to feel like a kid again, even if it was only for a few fleeting moments.
