Baling hay (it was a special treat to drive the tractor), playing sandlot baseball, cleaning out the horse corral (not all memories are great), playing everything from Fort Apache to Star Trek in our treehouse, biking to the swimming pool, the Ryan sisters, Bazooka Joe bubble gum with the cartoon wrapper, cold bottled pop for a dime from a chest-type cooler, bows and arrows, choking clouds of dust from the gravel roads ...
Summer then was almost as magical as Christmas. And it lasted longer.
***Baling hay (it was a special treat to drive the tractor),***
Spent summers on my uncle’s farm. I was strolling alongside as he and another guy were baling hay when he told me to climb on the tractor and drive it. The other guy looked a little concerned, but my Uncle said, “Oh, she can handle it, she’s smart”. I was 9 years old!!!!!!