Want to go for a ride? is all she needed to hear. She's bolt to the golf cart, assume her seat next to the side rail in the front seat and patiently wait.
When we were all loaded up to go she'd look over to the driver and say "Ready. Set. Goooo" She would fly back a little on the acceleration and smile. If you were a lucky person walking by, she would throw her arm in the air and rock her wrist back and forth as she did in the parade.
Afterwards, she'd sit there until she was ready to hop off.
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