Despite running rampant on the farm (and clambering all over the combines and tiller things- amazing we all still have our original limbs!) it was impressed on us that we Never Play in the Working Silos. I don't think any of us ever went inside one of those things. Now the abandoned one missing panels with the door removed, sure....
I miss the old barn. It came down in a freak microburst type storm that also took down the new equiptment shed meant to be its replacement. But oh, the hayloft and the light that came through the walls and the sound of rain on the tin roof and the smells.
And the scary vintage tractor that I accidentally started once.
I ate my super yummy burrito, so I think that wasmy EATing for the day.
A guy I grew up with died from suffocation via grain. He got sucked under a huge mass of grain while helping unload it from trucks into grain elevators.
Huh.
She also made "art" with roadkill, and refused to lable her containers of "art supplies" before she put them in the freezer.
Oh, her website is still up. Bob the dead cat: [link]
A guy I grew up with died from suffocation via grain. He got sucked under a huge mass of grain while helping unload it from trucks into grain elevators.
See, that probably never would have happened to me. Even as a child I had a quite vivid imagination, and I was good at playing the "What's the worse thing that could happen?" game. In that scenario, I'm sure I would have imagined exactly what happened to that guy.
But oh, the hayloft and the light that came through the walls and the sound of rain on the tin roof and the smells.
Yes!
And the scary vintage tractor that I accidentally started once.
Vintage tractors are
not
scary. Except for the lack of safety features.
Huh. Bob likes mousie braiiiiiinnns?
Vintage tractors are not scary. Except for the lack of safety features.
When you are 9 and climbing on your grandpa's old tractor and with a COUGH it starts and starts backing out of the barn (it was already in reverse) it is VERY SCARY.
This is the same roommate who didn't like to *close* the front door of the house, much less lock it. ("It's soooo confining, and my sensibilities must be open!") She also slept in a closet in the basement. I think she really is the flat-out craziest person I've ever known.
