The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself


I was 4.

I think.

We were in a big field of hay. Or what was hay. It had all been mowed and baled, so there was this big dead lawn, with squares of hay every 25 to 30 feet or so.

I was important. I would run to the next bale of hay, and stand on it while my dad backed the truck up from the last spot it was in. I would wave him closer and closer until he was ALMOST on top of the bale (and me) then signal him to stop.

I'd hop down, and he and someone (?) would load the hay into the truck while I ran to the next bale.
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