The Wagon Ride

         On the way to my Gram’s house, we stopped the wagon to feed and water Betsy and Sally because there was a nice big brook. Papa led the horses to the brook. There were some rocks to climb and mama agreed to let me  go on them. The view was so good and  I saw a big old mountain. The leaves were reds, yellows, and oranges. But papa said we were going so I had to get down. 

As we got back into the wagon, a leaf as pretty as they come fell into my lap. Papa says it's good luck. I told mama and she showed papa. They both chuckled. The ride was boring after that. Then after what felt like a year,  Papa said, “Grandma's house  is coming up soon.” 

When we got there, mama had to catch me because of  how fast Iwas going when I jumped out of the wagon. Papa just laughed. I ran so fast you would not believe it. Grandma just hugged me tight and whispered, “I made apple pie.” Not to brag, but Grandma's  pie won her the town title of best pie. Later that night around dusk, grandma had me help with the cows. My family loves to farm. When we got back it was time to eat.  I love going to Grandma’s.