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Awe-Inspiring Wonder of A Child


Last Sunday I decided to take the children apple picking, they had actually been begging for a couple of weeks but the weather has not been cooperating to well. Unfortunately, I could not remember the apple orchard I had taken them to last year! There are so many around where we live that I just had to guess and pick one. Once we arrived there we realized that is was not the (wonderful) apple orchard of '08, but the small(very small and unexciting one of '09). The girls had fun regardless, but my son was not happy and pretty much pouted the entire time. (Just like a boy, right?) Basically, we were in and out of there in under an hour, sad, but true.

However, on the way home, I saw signs for Wild West Town and had hubbie pull right in there! From the outside the place did not look to exciting. Once we walked in and back out to the actual facility . . . woo hoo (that was a whoop if you didn't hear it) jackpot! The entrance fee paid for all of the activities. Let me run down the list here:
carousal rides, pony rides, panning for gold, wild west show, roping lessons, kiddie hand cars,archery range, pop guns, canoe rides, slingshots, petting zoo, tomahawk throw AND a train ride that took you to meet an Indian.


My daughter has a slight obsession with Indians going on right now (I am making the girls Indian costumes for Halloween). As soon as we hopped off the train and walked down the ramp we were to surround the tippee and listen to the guide. He was asking for a volunteer and I instantly pushed my daughter forward. She was in a bit of a trance and I had to keep guiding her to walk as she could not tear her eyes away from the Indian.

Upon entrance the children were given a string of beads to use to trade with the Indian. The guide kept asking my daughter for her beaded necklace to trade with the Indian. My poor daughter was so awe struck that she could not get the beads off. in fact, she was so awe struck she didn't even hear the guide let alone make an attempt to lift the beads off her neck. (I, of course, was trying to obtain the perfect photo and didn't want to walk away from my prime spot, but being the most fantastic mother I am, I let the perfect photo op go and walked away from my spot and retrieved the beads for her to trade). She traded her beads with the Indian and was guided by him to pick her pumpkin.


She was so filled with wonder I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I loved watching her admiration of this Indian . . . something I used to be greatly impressed with as well. I remember at just about her age when I dressed as an Indian for Halloween as well. Throughout this entire week, she keeps bringing up the Indian encounter, in a hushed voice, so not to break the spell. She is still shaken with disbelief that she met a 'real live Indian'. This is something she will carry with her and I am so happy that she was able to meet and have this impression in her young, little heart.


Halloween Dress-Up

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