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When I was a teenager (oh so many years ago!), I would occasionally babysit my cousin's son, John. When he was a young tyke he loved trucks above all else! His first word wasn't momma or dadda, it was truck! When I would care for him all he wanted to do was stare out the window and wait for the trucks to pass by. Luckily he lived on a busy street so there was never a worry that trucks of all shapes and sizes would be there to entertain him. He was so excited to see the large semi trucks, th …