Friday Fictioneers   29 comments

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).

Copyright -Sandra Crook

As a young boy  I liked to help my grandfather bale the straw, load it on his tractor  and then drive that old tractor to the outskirts of town and sell to the local crop dealer. He taught me to drive that old Ford tractor before I could drive a car. Some days we had to wait in line before we could unload our tractor. While he waited in line I went inside to  spend some  time  with the other boys my age.  I was having a ball.

But one day,  while waiting,  he accidentally left me there by myself.

Word count = 100

29 responses to “Friday Fictioneers

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  1. Being left behind… what a blow…

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  2. Whoa! It really happened? That must have freaked you out !

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  3. I remember many kids I went to grade school with learning to drive tractors and combines by the age of 10. I can’t believe my 18-year-old niece just recently got her first learner’s permit. Ah, city life . . .

    Cheers!
    Marie Gail

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  4. It sounds like fun, to have a go driving a tractor as a little kid. I remember I once got to sit on one and that was exciting even without getting to drive it!

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  5. What a shock for the lil one!Hope he remembered to come back for the child though?Interesting take on the prompt Danny:-)

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  6. Nicely done, Danny. Poor kid must’ve felt pretty panicky, but I assume Grandpa came back and picked him up. Most of us have gotten lost one time or the other in the supermarket or in fairs when we were kids 🙂

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  7. ooh haha loved the ending…*smiles mischievously* 🙂

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  8. Great bit of nostalgia. But as a kid that sort of thing can be scary. Well done.

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  9. Nice portrayal of a way of life – and its little mishaps.
    I think this story also has potential as a starting point for a work of fiction …

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  10. Dear Danny,

    This sounds a lot like the stories my husband shares about his times on his uncle’s farm. Nice how real life is grist for the mill, eh? Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  11. Good story and well written. I remember when I took driver training at a rural high school. Some of the boys in that class considered it an easy “A” because they’d already been driving tracters on their families farms.

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  12. Whoops! I really like that this was a true story. I used to “drive” the tractor and plow. I steered while Grandpa operated the pedals I couldn’t reach. Great memories.

    janet

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  13. Nicely done. I assume you’re over it now. 🙂

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  14. An honest mistake, I’m assuming. Just another life experience that makes for a good story down the road.

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