My mother loves to tell the story how I was missing for over an hour as a small child at my dad’s shop, and that they had to get the whole body shop looking for me. I used to love climbing up into the back cabs of the transport trucks and explore…this particular time I ended up curling up and took a nap…oops. I have fond memories of hanging out at Brockley Truck. Now that my son is a bit older we decided it would be fun to take him to Neutzie’s (grandfather in Italian is Nonno…long story how it became Neutzie)…anyways…Max and my neice Angela had an absolute riot climbing into all the trucks and cars. Here are a few photos of them exploring…
Then the sun peeked out and turned into a really nice day so we decided to take the kids to the beach to ride their new scooters. It was nice to get out for a walk and some fresh air.
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