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"When I was little my brothers and I loved to play &amp;quot;car.&amp;quot; We positioned four dining room chairs, one behind the other and threw a rainbow-woven afghan over them. Carlo Jr. always got to drive and Bri was stuck in the back playing &amp;quot;the kid.&amp;quot; I was the mom dolled up in my mom&amp;#39;s real pearls and pointy-toe black high heels. If there was time to get into her makeup case before Carlo Jr. demanded we &amp;quot;hit the road to nowhere,&amp;quot; you better believe my lips were stained with red. In the car, Carlo drove with the lid to the big spaghetti pot and Bri reminded him to pull over at the next rest stop &amp;quot;for a snack,&amp;quot; and that we did. The three of us, well four if you count my cabbage kid with tight curls of yellow yarn for hair would run up the stairs into the kitchen where our mom would sell us homemade brownies. Carlo had a wad of monopoly money in his pocket. After we ate, Carlo filled up the car with gas and we got back on the road, only to hit a terrible rain storm. Windows up, I would yell. That&amp;#39;s when Bri would cuddle under a blanket and hush the crying baby. As we battled the storm we played the imaginary license plate game and 20 questions. At the red light, fellow commuters would ask for directions and Carlo always knew the way...to the beach, the carnival, the ice cream parlor. As for us three, we were on the road to nowhere and it was a great place to go.\nThere was the rounds-and-the-rounds too. That&amp;#39;s when the three of us would twirl in uncontrollable circles until our heads hurt. When we finally fell to the rug, it would be spinning and our stomachs would be blissfully sick. &amp;quot;Again, again,&amp;quot; we beat each other to the call and up we&amp;#39;d go, only to fall into dizzying laughter all over again.\nOur Frosty-Freeze gloves changed colors in the snow and our property attracted all the neighborhood kids. Of course it did--we had the biggest, baddest hill. At least it appeared to be to our tiny frames. We had to have an equal number of marshmallows in our hot chocolate or else! And the family room always seemed extra warm after coming in from the cold.\nIn the summer my dad took us for ice cream in his 1969* Cadillac* convertible. Three sets of little hands would salute the sky and the hot, summer air rushed through our fingers the whole way home. At the beach, we flew kites until it was dark and went to sleep with freckled cheeks.\nI&amp;#39;m not sure when I stopped being a kid. When that pretend car was just a set of fancy chairs, when marshmallows became empty calories or when I started going to the beach purely to fall asleep in the sun. I was always in a hurry to grow up. Watching JD discover his foot and smile at nothing is making me slow down. I&amp;#39;m really excited to act like a kid again. There is a lot of coloring and reading and skating and swimming and more in my future...and I can&amp;#39;t wait.\nQ: What types of things did you do as a kid...and re-do as a mommy?"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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