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| I remember riding with dad in his 2 row combine in the field by the house, I was less than 5 years old, wasn't in school yet. Very few memories from the earlier years. Remember falling and cutting my head open in first grade. Remember playing in the mud of the driveway and getting stuck, didn't want to take my boots off or couldn't, and being afraid dad was going to come home and run me over. I was told many times to stay out of the driveway or I'd get run over so my fears were well founded. | |
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Chris's Post.....Did I do that?
