Wed. Reminisce--Utah's Famous Fruit Way

I don't know how many people know this, but Utah has a FAMOUS Fruit Way. (See above photo as proof.) This consists of Willard and Perry, UT. When I was in 5th grade we moved to Willard. Also "famous" for Willard Bay. Willard Bay has some gorgeous sunsets as you can see. I used to love watching the sunset from our rope swing high up on the mountainside.
We had a boat when we lived there. One Christmas, all of the kids received puzzle pieces in our stockings that when we put them together it said "Go look in the garage," and when we did, there was the boat. (Derek, of course, had already discovered it in his late night exploration of Santa's visit--but that's another story.) My Dad took us out in March to try it out. In fact, he took us out of school to go boating. It was cold. But none of us kids complained.
Ah, I see this picture and I want to go boating so bad!!!! Anyway, this is all besides the point. The story I wanted to tell was about the police. You see, our family had a rather close relationship with the police in Willard. I believe the first time they came to our house, Andrea was babysitting. Mostly, this consisted of Andrea following Wyatt like a bloodhound to try to prevent him from lighting things on fire, drowning, jumping off roofs, etc. Lindsay on the other hand, played nicely with her dolls and never was in trouble, except the time she decided to go visit Mom and Dad who were working on the house we were building on the other side of Willard. So she started to walk there. She was only three years old. The police found her at a fruit stand a mile down the very busy highway on which we lived. Luckily the lady running the fruit stand knew who we were because Andrea hadn't even realized she was missing. Then the police showed up one night when Derek was lighting off bottle rockets and the neighbor had thought someone was shooting. It wasn't July 4th, it was more like the middle of October, by the way. Then there was the time that Wyatt took off after school to "go watch the rain fall on Willard Bay" with another little 2nd grader. The other kid's parents were freaking out. My parents were more like, "Oh, I'm sure Wyatt will wander home eventually..." The police found them finally. And yet another time, I was in math in 6th grade and a kid came in and told me Wyatt was in the principle's office with the police. He had lit a fire in the playground. But the best story about the police and Willard and me, I'm saving for next week. Ta ta for now.