The Hay Ride

A young lady just starting to want to kiss the boys should never ever ask their dad if they can have a hay ride but I did.

The big day arrived and since we did not have horses dad hooked the big tractor to the hay wagon. Mom was busy making home made cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate for us when we returned.

It was a beautiful fall day just enough chill in the air to make you want to snuggle, a perfect day for a hay ride.

All of my friends climbed aboard and with many giggles we started on our hay ride.  Nice and slow down the road we went singing and talking. It wasn’t long and we were snuggling with our boyfriends and getting dreamy.

Big mistake!  Dad got faster and instead of staying on the road out across the fields and corrugations he went.  Down through the ditches, up over the rocks, faster and faster he went. Soon we were holding on for our lives instead of snuggling our boyfriends and it was dad that was giggling and having a blast. We did bumps, turns, hard stops, hay flying off the wagon every which way until hardly any hay remained.

Finally having mercy on us dad returned to the house with a big grin on his face.  We were all still giggling but not snuggling and sneaking kisses.  A hay ride like no other but off we went for our hot chocolate and hot cinnamon rolls.  I always thought it was because he was bored until I got older and realized he was smarter then we gave him credit for.  He had kept us from kissing and did it with everyone having fun…..