I remember Christmas 1989. It was when our son, Jeremy, was 3 years old. He had gotten a red riding fire truck with ladders on each side that Christmas. It was very exciting for him to receive the fire truck as a gift.
He rode it all over our house. Jeremy would pretend the Christmas tree or our furniture was on fire. Then he would put the fire truck beside the object. He then proceeded to climb the ladders against the objects.
Well, it was working on everything, until I got to our living room just in time to catch him and the ladder from falling into the tree.
He was so proud, and said, “Mommy, I was putting out a fire.”
Thank goodness there was no fire. He was just a young child with a giant imagination. He always kept us laughing and giving us memories to keep for years.
Then, our two daughters Andrea and Elizabeth got their American Girl dolls that same Christmas. He would try to get their dolls to drive in the fire truck and they said, “No!”
It was a fun Christmas for us all, one we all laugh about and hold dear to our hearts. Merry Christmas!
Karen Sue Scheiderer