01-17-2021, 02:29 PM
This story goes back about 24 or 25 years. Kyle was about 1 or 2 years old and we had just purchased a travel trailer. We were on our way to Memphis and stopped at a campground in Arkansas. The campground was a pleasant place with a lake (Diana would say pond). The campsites were positioned around the lake. The arrangement was campsite on top, the ground fell off in a nice terrace (about 30 to 35 degree slope) for about 6 to 8 feet, a level area with a picnic table about 5 feet wide and then another slope about 10 feet to the lake. Early in the morning I got up and out of the trailer, set up a Coleman stove on the picnic table and started breakfast. As I was sitting there frying bacon, I saw the trailer door open and out comes Kyle. He approaches the hill and . . . all of a sudden, all I see is a ball of a toddler rolling down the hill, cross the flat and head toward the lake. He rolled about 1/2 way down and stopped. He was still for about 2 seconds, then got up and walked back to the trailer where he has some toys to play with. In typical Kyle fashion, nothing was said. It was as if nothing ever happened.