I love parades, especially when grandma and grandpa bring me. All the smelly stands, the onion rings, grandpa eating some to share with me. I see a ballerina popped out the roof of a car the street, the band marshal spins that doohicky thing. I love my sailor hat. I love it, and my American flag S.O.S. shirt. I love it. Grandpa picks me up with one hand because I think he’s the strongest. Grandma smiles and gets all wrinkly when he does. She takes me out of his arms and puts me on his shoulders so I can see all the heads and I love that!