W'burg -- Part II -- Colonial Experience

Back in colonial times (the 80s when my dad was a kid) everyone worked harder. Instead of being pushed in the stroller -- kids pushed themselves. After shoving my stroller through the gravel and cobblestone streets of Colonial Williamsburg for a few blocks, I requested help from my cousin G who graciously helped me push the stroller the last few miles before lunch.




At lunch, I decry my aching feet and fail to hide my dislike for the limited amount of water.

Lucky for me, the afternoon consisted of us living like rich people during the colonial period. Instead of pushing my own stroller, a horse pulled me in a gigantic carriage. After the ride, I lovingly stroke the horse and thank the animal for it's hard work. Mo' Money Mo' Problems has never been further from the truth in this case.

Another perk of being a wealthy colonial involved receiving more water. Actually, my GGma from Utah shared her ration with me. I was very appreciative.

By the end of the day, my dad said we no longer had to pretend we were living in colonial times. I immediately asked to watch what the whole human population had been working towards since the days of yore--- the Doodlebops! In this picture, I have grabbed the camera to get my mom's attention and yelled "Moe!"