I have a lot of happy memories too, but those nights loading hay onto trailers after 10 PM are not among them. That and hauling milo into the barns. Makes me itch just thinking about it. Glad we had stock tanks to take a short swim in afterwards.
That’s the advantage of growing up among farms and not on them. We watched them throw 80# bales and then played in the hay loft, rearranging bales and making tunnels.