Zach loaded his tractor up and filled stump holes and ruts, but didn’t need the fourth dirt pile at all, and intended to push it into the woods.
But then found… the tenant who had just leased one of the units at the back had a five year old son. That little dude had turned that last dirt pile into a VERY busy construction site.
But then found… the tenant who had just leased one of the units at the back had a five year old son. That little dude had turned that last dirt pile into a VERY busy construction site.
So, of course, that dirt pile got to stay!
We won't know how happy all the dirty hands and feet have made his mom, but it has sure made me smile!
Keep digging, little man. Hopefully someone sees your joy and teaches you how to use a dozer, excavator, and a back hoe
AAAWWW! My brother, cousins and I had a sandpile in the Adirondack Mountains because my mother and one of her sisters decided to build an outdoor, and L-O-N-G fireplace as a gift to Grandpa (their father) for his barbecuing. They ordered three yards of sand without any knowledge of what this volume is. So, after mixing what they needed with Portland cement, the remainder, a huge pile, was ours. Lucky little boy at the trailer park.
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DeleteWhen I was a kid I had a bunch of earthmoving toys and could play forever. When I was 7 we moved to a place with an embankment next to the driveway, which was perfect. As for your last comment, one of my fondest memories was when I was about 5, and it came time to pave our little back road. When they got in front of our house, I was watching, and the man operating the backhoe beckoned me over, sat me down, and let me operate it. Probably only for about 20 seconds, of course, but it was utterly grand! I had to wait until I was an adult to get a backhoe all my own. Unfortunately, those little stationary backhoes like the one seen above did not exist back then. I missed out but my kids got one. It's hard to explain rationally how much endless fun a kid can have moving dirt around!
ReplyDeletethe beauty of childhood, those few moments when people were generous with their time, and did something cool with kids, knowing what it meant to be extra kind for a moment in this crummy world that is always throwing challenges in our way, always hitting us with Murphy's Law, and 50-50/90. But those moments as a kid, when someone would go a little out of their way to do something to make a kid deliriously happy... and for me, a lot of those were with gas powered engine things! My grandpa showed me how to hand crank his 50s tractor, the right way, my dad set me on his lap so I could steer, and I remember having the BEST time on a snowmobile when I was only 4 or 5.
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