Wheelbarrow ride

When we were small on the farm one of the fun things to do was wheel barrow races or just giving each other rides in the wheelbarrow.

Now here comes another one of those blasted I got bit by the electric fence story. If you read this blog you know there are several.

We had an old metal wheelbarrow my dad used for mixing cement. My brother was giving me a ride and he loved to go fast and hit every bump he could. I think he actually was hoping I would fly out. You had to hold on tight when my brother was driving that ole wheelbarrow.  He thought it was funny when I got scared.  We were flying around the yard and hitting bumps and I was bouncing around like a ping pong ball in that wheelbarrow.

He decided that was not rough enough and took off towards the bad strip where all the really rough ground and rocks were. To get there you had to go under the electric fence right where the electric fence crossed. We hit that ditch and started up the other side when the wheel barrow touched the fence and POW! ZAP! It got both of us. He dropped the wheelbarrow and jumped back which left me under the fence and the fence still touching the wheelbarrow. I would start to crawl out and POW! ZAP! It would knock me back in. I was yelling at him to pull the wheelbarrow out. He was standing there with his eyes real big and turned around and took off running.  I was yelling “where are you going?” “get back here” when I wasn’t getting zapped anyway. I was so glad that it has a couple of seconds that you aren’t getting shocked but it almost makes it worse as you know what is coming as soon as you can take a breath.

Well lucky for me he did not really leave me there, he had ran to turn off the electric fence. See red headed brothers aren’t all bad.