Raising a city slicker

I grew up in rural America. We had a big backyard and even a cornfield beyond that. Our little town didn't have any traffic lights. I remember when McDonald's came to town.

Now I am raising my daughter in a foreign country and in the middle of one of the world's most densely populated cities. I see little ways that she is learning city life. She loves to ride the escalator while her cousins love to ride the riding mower. She has amazed us in the sense that she knows when to get off. I remember as a child my mother telling "walk now". Not her, she knows when to walk.

Now the question is what will she do on the two acres of grass at my parent's this summer. I once told a friend how much land my parents had and she said "they could raise rice there." My father wasn't quite ready to plant rice in his front yard.

Here she is doing one of her favorite things.

Sorry it is not the best picture. I was a few steps ahead and had to make sure I knew when to step off so I only had a few seconds to snap the picture.