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[other dog]

16 minutes ago, mowerman said:

yeah me too tom,,,,my childhood was the best,,,and neighbors all knew each other and talked,,,,but dont forget about falling out of trees and eating dirt lol

Yes, I probably still have a scar on my ankle from when I fell out of a tree and a piece of broken glass was on the ground and cut me just above my ankle. It was a pretty deep cut, but nobody threw me in a car and rushed me to the doctor. My Mom probably cleaned it off and put a band-aid on it. It wasn't my fault I fell, the limb I was on broke, but I didn't try to sue the limb, or the tree. 🤣 

[other dog]

I know I've told this story before, but it's been a while. True story, almost a "FAFO" situation. 

I almost found out the hard way. I was picking corn after school, by myself. I was 17 years old. Driving a Ford 5000 tractor with a mounted picker. My dad had already gone home, I was going to finish that field up and come on in myself. The tractor and picker looked about like this, but I think this is a 4000 tractor.

The corn went up that chute and into the wagon, and when you got to the end of the row you just pulled a lever and the chute would stop running, otherwise the corn would just fall onto the ground when you were turning. Then when you got straight on the next row you turned it on again and the corn dropped into the wagon.

I was in the process of turning, the chute was off, but everything else was running, and I reached back to clear some shucks away that had built up. And something grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. It happened so fast, just in an instant, that all I had time to do was think about how stupid I was to get killed like that, after hearing all my life that you never did anything to anything until you shut the machine off. I knew better, but it was a momentary lapse of reason.

And then the entire sleeve of that jacket ripped off, right at the shoulder. I could hardly believe that I didn't get sucked into the corn picker and ground to bits. 

Then I stopped the tractor, stopped the corn picker, dug the sleeve out, and took it and the rest of the jacket way down into the woods and hid it. I was shaking like a leaf. I finished the field and drove the tractor home, shaking from the cold then, because I had no jacket. But I still considered myself extremely lucky because it could have been so much worse. 

That was over 50 years ago, and I never told either of my parents about it, until the day they passed away.

[mowerman]

OK, that’s hilarious. Yes, I suffered some pretty good damage.Falling off  the monkey bars right on my knees I could still feel the injury well into my 20s

[mowerman]

I sent that post before I read your next post. That was not hilarious. I’m shaking just thinking about it sometimes It just  takes a split second to lose your life. And no, I would’ve not told my parents either.