Wagon Wheels.

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“Neil, do you want a wagon wheel,” My cousin Bob asked me.

“Yes, do have a wagon wheel, dear,” said Morag, my kind cousin and Bob's wife.

What’s a wagon wheel, I wondered.

Was it one of those huge wooden wheels that pulled wagons filled with hay. Or was it attached to a covered wagon taking settlers across the American Plains? At 12 years old, my mind was filled with adventure stories.

Wagon wheels spelled crossing raging rivers; hauling hay to the hungry animals; or taking children to school through deep snow drifts.

Morag smiled and said, “Here’s a wagon wheel, Neil,” and she put a round, chocolate cookie into my hand.

“Try it Neil, it tastes great,” laughed Bob.

And I did. I bit into the chocolate and came to the soft interior. Yes, it tasted great!

From that day on, whenever I had a meal with Morag and Bob, they always said, “Neil, do you want a wagon wheel?”

Guess what I said!

Now the years have gone by. Too many years!. The 12 year old boy now has a white beard. The 12 year old boy has travelled to France, Kenya, and Canada. All good memories of adventures…but… the best memory by far was of my kind cousins, Morag and Bob and the chocolate wagon wheel.

Would you like a wagon wheel?
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(Copyright. 2009)