Albany

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. (Matt 6:13 ESV)

Albany

By Stephen W. Hiemstra

Albany was a place where I learned to ride in a bright red wagon.

We lived on a hill and I dreamed of riding my wagon down it.

Someone told me it was a bad idea.

Someone dared me to do it.

So I rode down the hill steering with the handle.

Until I got to the corner.

where the wagon turned over and threw me out.

I scraped my knee but good.

I cried and cried.

And Mom put a bandaid on it.

Our house had a bathroom with a big tumb.

I loved to run the water and run my electric speedboat in it.

But my sister would always come running and want to play too.

I hated to share my boat—the batteries would run down and

I would not get new ones til Christmas.

So I told her what fun it was to put soap in your eyes—

She cried and cried.

And Mom came running.