Ill-fated Wanderlust

The second ill-fated experience of my life is described by my mother: "When he [Wade] was about a year old I would dress him in his little gray coveralls, tie a rope around his middle that had the other end tied to the clothes line, and sit him down on the grass so he could be out in the yard with the other children. I would check on him and bring him in when he needed to eat, nap, or have his diaper changed.  It was a fine arrangement until one day he had patiently untied the rope and crawled out front into the street and a neighbor brought him in. I was so grateful someone had seen and saved him." 

As you may see from some of the stories to come, I had a thing for getting away from the house and exploring the world. Here I am sitting in my coveralls on the front porch along with my older brother and sister, Ryan and Valrie. For some reason they don't seem happy with me--likely because they may have been made responsible for keeping me out of trouble...no small task that:

This is me once again walking out front into danger: