Playing Pioneers

Those Innocent Days

My older brother, sister, and me. Photo taken by mom, probably. circa 1980.

When I was six, we’d play pioneers — my brother and sister and I. Scott was 10 and Sheri was 9. They played the dad and mom, because they were older. I was the kid, which was fun. I could be more care-free, and not have to worry about things like building the wagon and getting the wooden seat in the front just right. My sister would spend like twenty minutes trying to get that seat just right, and in…