Our Visit to Edgemont

Mom and Dad wanted quality time with us kids so they packed us into the car and we disembarked on an hour and a half drive to Edgemont. Megan got car sick and moaned in the back seat. Melissa helpfully sat and read the whole time. Jon picked on me and ate. And Julie complained about something or other every three minutes. Real great quality time!

An hour and a half is a surprisingly long time in a car with that many people. Somewhere in the ‘red zone’ Julie was commenting on the pretty yellow flowers. Jon then informed her it was a weed. Dad then informed him that it was alfalfa not a weed. So, the most interesting topic on the way there was alfalfa. This does not mean there wasn’t a constant blare of voices (mostly Jon’s).

We finally reached Edgemont, a nice little town with a park, library (LOVE the library!) and a museum. Us kids went to all three while Dad looked at a job for some friends. The air smelled like boiled eggs which isn’t bad if they really are boiled eggs but it’s just not a natural smell for the air in a park.

After those stops we went back where we were fed ice cream. I never before knew it was a crime not to have seconds when dealing with ice cream but when the friend of our parents got done with us it was obvious that not eating seconds was bad form. We ate seconds.

And then we were off again. After all that ice cream we were hyper. If you have ever gone in a car with a champion football team you probably know how we sounded. We sang every song we could think of and as loud as we could. We were off key but we didn’t care. We sang all the louder!

Can you guess what we did then? We made up poems. Actually, my siblings came up with lines and I wrote them down. This is not a small feat with four kids telling you a different way of putting the line, with the car bumping and with random loud snatches of songs every few minutes added in just for fun. You’d think it was confuse Mandy day. Anyway, here is what it turned out like. I think it’s pretty good, even if I say it myself. You’ve got to keep in mind it was written by five hyper children, in a car.

A Poem by Us:

There once was a badger named Fred,
By chance he was rather red.
He really loved to eat bread.
But one day he ran out and said,
I have now run out of bread!
So, he tried to eat duck tape instead,
But he got it wrapped around his head,
And now he is laying in bed.
That is the story of poor, poor Fred.

There was also one about a cow but it’s too long and ridiculous to write, so I won’t.