Memories

Driving through the west side of Arizona always brings lots of memories of growing up there. We spent so much time out in the desert. Picnics. Dutch ovens. Motorcycle rides. Dune buggy rides. Hours were spent as a kid playing in the desert. We had our own private playground. The washes were the  roads. Bushes and trees became our homes and stores. After Christmas was over and the tree was taken down it became a tree in our desert house. We decorated it with pieces of glass we found in the desert. So much fun was had there. Most of the fun was had when the cousins came to visit. That is when the desert town came to life. Fun was had and memories were made.