The Good Old Times…

When my siblings and I were little, we had the coolest big brother ever. Ryan.
All of us have pleasant memories of playing train station with him. I don’t know if that is what we called it or not, but we all remember it. We all love it, and him so much, that we still talk about ‘the train’.
Let me explain…or attempt to—
My parents house at the time had hardwood floors in the hallways that led to each of our rooms, as well as to the front door. Ryan used to get a big blanket out, and we would all sit on it (me and my two younger siblings).
Then he would proceed to pull us (on the blanket) to the different stations (our rooms and the front door). We played this ALL the time. That was it. Simple but overwhelmingly and extremely fun.
So last week when I saw the boys doing this:

pushing the pumpkins to work on the train (my upside-down coffee table), I couldn’t help but be filled with warm fuzzies and warm memories. How I love my boys, and how I love my Sibs: Eric, Amy and Ryan….
Nothing like the good times.