I wonder if kids still get excited about going to stay for a few days at their aunt and uncle’s farm. I wonder if they like the smell of manure. I wonder if they recognize the scent of freshly cut hay.

I wonder if kids still build tunnels in the hay mow.

I wonder why it’s called a hay mow.

I wonder if kids still mow lawns and wash cars.

I wonder if kids still go on trips across the country with their grandparents. I wonder if their grandma sits in the back and makes sandwiches from cans of deviled ham.

I wonder if neighborhood kids still have clubs.

I wonder if kids still ride bikes.

I wonder if kids still fly kites that have strips of old t-shirts tied together for a tail.

I wonder if kids still ride their bikes to the dime store and buy bags of green army men.

I wonder if kids still shoot BB guns.

I wonder if kids still watch their grandmas bake cakes.

I wonder if kids still hold their hand out the window of the car to feel the wind while they ride in the back seat.

I wonder if kids still listen to birds singing.

I wonder if kids still iron leaves between pieces of wax paper.

I wonder if kids still have big boxes of crayons with a sharpener on the side.

I wonder if kids still build plastic model cars with real glue.

I wonder if kids still watch charcoal burn and turn white.

I wonder if kids still watch planes fly across the sky and ask what makes the white line.

I wonder if kids still like going for rides in the car.

I wonder if kids still go to Sunday School.

I wonder if kids still get Kool-Aid and homemade cookies at Vacation Bible School.

I wonder if kids still play with toys that don’t need WIFI.

I wonder if kids still like holding puppies and kittens.

I wonder if kids still laugh when they talk closely to their dog and the dog looks away.

I wonder if kids still watch ants.