“Can you imagine traveling in this thing?” It’s the question parents most often ask their kids when they’re touring the Lost Sea Expedition wagon, the wagon I crossed America with.
The answer to my question fell along generational lines. Or was it size….?
Last weekend, I visited the Saunders Family Farms Festival with the wagon. Amazing how many folks squeezed in to the wagon. One. At. A. Time. If I was writing the script, it would would read as such.
Scene: a tiny yellow wagon with a tiny open door.
Actors: Kid, Mom, Dad
Dad to Kid: “Can you imagine traveling across the country in that wagon? Get inside the wagon and see what it’s like.”
Kid jumps in to wagon.
Kid: “Awesome! Climb inside, Dad!
Dad: “Nah, I can’t fit through that door……”
It made me realize that, yeah, it’s a pretty tiny wagon. It also made me remember the scale of life. As a 4-foot tall kid, a bed spread tipi seemed like a place I could call home. By comparison, underneath the dining room table was positively palatial.
It was great having all those kids remind me of the magic of scale. Sitting alone in the wagon, after the crowd had thinned, it reminded me what a magical interior space the wagon still is. I guess, in my mind, that door’s still plenty big for me….if I step through sideways and think like a kid.