Written By: Andrew Eide
When I first
moved to 4263 Saint Andrews Road in Oakland, California, we had an empty lot
area between the entrance of Saint Andrews Road where it started off Sequoia
Road and Lonnie’s house.
From Saint
Andrews Road next to Lonnie’s house the dirt hill went down maybe about 200
feet to a level area off Barcelona Street.
I cannot
remember which friend it was but he had a little red wagon similar to the one
in the photo in this blog.
We would sit
at the top of this dirt hill sitting inside his little red wagon. We would push
off and go flying down the dirt hill. About half way down we were going really
fast and we realized that we had no way of steering the wagon and the wagon had
no brakes to stop it. We would then tip over or hit a rock and tumble end over
end until we crashed to a stop at the bottom of the hill.
We would get
up, bruised, battered, and scratched up, and we would look at each other and
explain how we damn near killed ourselves. Then we would look at each other and
exclaim THAT WAS FUN! LET’S DO IT AGAIN!
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