You see, my Dad loves history. I don't mean like, normal people love. I mean, when I was a kid and all my friends got to go on cool vacations to Disney World or Kings Island, we went on history trips. Nerdy history trips. The kind where we stood there looking at fields of grass because some battle of something happened there four score and seven years ago.
This brings us back to yesterday. It would be a day of walking around a really old town, with really old buildings and really old stories. The kicker was, my husband wanted to go on the field trip too...because you know why?...yep. He loves history.
Arriving early morning, our tour began. We listened to speakers from house to house, church to tavern.
Then, the strangest thing started to happen. I began to listen.
Everything actually became (gasp) interesting. Learning about the way the people used to live, eat, survive...how they got along with their day to day function. It was fascinating.
I'll have to say, even though I went growling and scoffing all the way there, on the way home it was a different story. An amazing story, of our country's past and of those who endured to keep it.
So with that, I'll say, Thanks, Dad. Maybe all those trips weren't so bad after all.
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