Today I accelerated up a dirtrock path in an 84 beater of a Chevy truck, the floor smoking, glorious summer rain pouring in through my open window. Kids slid through the wet grass and hauled platforms and bits of wood from the back of the muddy white truck and into a burn pile, dancing in the driving rain and the gray mist of the afternoon. We sang as we bounced over open fields, thankful for the springs in the seat, yelling and going faster bounce crash bounce bounce.