The Tires and the Alligator Pit

After making DW breakfast in bed for Mother's Day this year, we headed to AB's maternal grandparents for lunch. Behind and down the hill from their house is a shed where AB found some an old tires....

Older cousins helped him roll tires up the hill, and then roll them back down...


His amazement and laughter as one of those tires rolls 40 yards down the hill...



But at the bottom of this hill is a swampy area known as the "Alligator Pit". No real alligators, just the legend from when DW and her sisters were little girls. May tires rolled into the Alligator Pit. AB and cousins went deep into mud, vegetation, and water to retrieve them. Well, it was mostly his cousins doing the retrieving....



And they found many other lost things too...

And it all ended with a filthy, drenched, and very tired little boy lying down for a rest on the grass....