My Dads Magnetic Personality

My Dad loved to have some fun.
He used to take all of us in the car and drive out into the countryside outside our small town in search of his "magnetic hill".
He would tease us and make a big production of it and have us all excited with anticipation . Finally he would find the hill. He would stop the car and put it in N (neutral).

Like magic ,the car would roll up the hill. We would squeel with delight. We made him return to the bottom many times to relive the exiciting ride up our magnetic hill. He told us there was a big magnet under the road that pulled us up the hill.

When ever we had visitors from out of town we had to make the trip to the hill to show them our natural wonder.

This happy memory stays with me still. What a sight we must have been, all 12 of us squeeling as we repeatedly went up the hill.

It was not until a few years ago that I happened to be in the area and once again found our magic hill.
To my surprise I also discovered Dad's little secret.
Even though it looked like we were going up hill the land actually sloped downhill thus explaining the cars movement.

I try to forget that and remember the magnet under the road. It is a much happier memory.

MaryAnne
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