On a roll

I can barely remember anything about the state I was born in. What I do remember was from vacations that my mother and father took to visit friends. The following is an embellished memory of one of these trips.

My younger brother was still not old enough to walk and was still in a carriage. It seems that we were staying in a three story house that was within walking distance of a park. The park as I recall had fountains that children were allowed to play in. My father, mother, sister and I set out with my little brother in the carriage. The park was at the top of a hill and my mother made me push my little brother's carriage to the top of the hill. When I saw other children playing in the fountains I lost all interest in pushing my little brother's carriage any further. I don't think I pushed it down the hill, I simply let the carriage go and it rolled happily down the hill with my father drawn behind it by some mysterious force five year old boys enchanted by water fountains don't understand.