***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!!!!!!
The worst role was stacking in the barn. It was like a dusty sauna, and you had to wear long sleeves and pants or get scratched to death.
But driving the tractor was cush ... and fun.