It is summer time in the early 1970's. As I see the tiny red car turn into the farm driveway my heart speeds up and I excitedly start running towards it. Grandma and Grandpa are here to visit. As Grandpa parks and gets out of the drivers side he ruffles my hair and asks me what I'm doing. I grin and grab his hand tugging towards the front of the car. I know that the trunk is in the front now, I'm a big girl. He fooled me last summer, but I remember. I know inside that trunk are presents and fresh fruit and treats for me and my sisters and even for my Mom. I am jumping up and down with excitement, when Grandpa gently nudges me in the direction of Grandma patiently waiting to be hugged. I run and get the biggest hug, enveloped in her arms, squeezed tightly. I love those hugs. I only ever get them twice a year. I'm too little to understand the logistics of travel, I just know twice a year, once early in summer and one just before school starts Grandma and Grandpa drive into the farm yard. It is the highlight of my summer. They drive from their house in British Columbia stopping to visit me in rural Alberta on their way to Prince Edward Island. Later in the summer they do it in reverse. That little red car is so cool. It has the trunk in the front and the motor in the back. The back seat is stacked with boxes of fresh fruit from the BC orchards. I am always diving into the fresh cherries. It won't be long before I'm stained in red. I enjoy sitting under the kitchen table eating while the adults talk over my head. The only thing more exciting is later in the summer when I see the car for the second time. This time Grandma and Grandpa have sea shells. I love them so much. I can't imagine what it must be like taking a boat to an island. It must be a very big boat to carry the tiny red car. Grandpa says there is water as far as you can see. I've never seen water any bigger than the little creek that runs through the farm. What would all that water be like? I would sure like to see it one day. Grandma and Grandpa seem tired, they want to get back on the road and get home. I ask how long it will take, I'm told at least another day. I give them both big hugs as they get back into their tiny red car and drive out of the yard. I won't see them again until next summer.
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