I know this is a crazy pic, but it has special meaning to the Berger Grandkids. We would play the heck out of that cattle trailor growing up, as well as the small wooden trailor (not pictured). We would lock people up in jail, climb to the top, and use it as base when the boys were chasing us.
This weekend was my Grandparents estate sale. A sad day to sell all of there things, but it was something you just had to do. The sale went good. I bought my grandparent's rocking chairs, which were priceless. It is funny the things you remembered vs another grandkid. Going through all of their things brought back all good memories.
