Friday Fictioneers

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 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers

  1. shailajav March 1, 2014 / 12:46 pm

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

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    • Anonymous March 1, 2014 / 3:04 pm

      It did. I cried. But he did come back.

      DJ

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  2. storydivamg March 1, 2014 / 12:42 am

    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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  3. draliman February 28, 2014 / 11:23 pm

    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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  4. atrm61 February 28, 2014 / 2:43 pm

    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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    • Danny James February 28, 2014 / 2:52 pm

      He did come back in about two hours. It seemed like two days to me.

      DJ

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      • atrm61 February 28, 2014 / 2:58 pm

        Oh good and it was natural for you to feel that way-it-you were a child -and am a little shocked to learn that it really happened and is not fiction!

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  5. tinkerbelle96 February 28, 2014 / 11:29 am

    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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    • Danny James February 28, 2014 / 2:53 pm

      Yes he did return. And I did get panicky.

      DJ

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  6. camgal February 27, 2014 / 5:25 pm

    ooh haha loved the ending…*smiles mischievously* 🙂

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    • Danny James February 27, 2014 / 10:34 pm

      Thanks for the read and I’m glad you enjoyed!

      DJ

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  7. patrickprinsloo February 27, 2014 / 11:35 am

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

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    • Danny James February 27, 2014 / 12:09 pm

      Thanks for your comment. As a kid you tend not to think too much about risks.

      DJ

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  8. siobhanmcnamara February 27, 2014 / 8:22 am

    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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    • Danny James February 27, 2014 / 8:32 am

      Starting point….hmmmmm….Thanks for the comment and idea.

      DJ

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  9. rochellewisoff February 27, 2014 / 5:46 am

    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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    • Danny James February 27, 2014 / 7:42 am

      True. Some memories are buried deeply until prompted 😎

      DJ

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  10. patriciaruthsusan February 26, 2014 / 11:56 pm

    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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    • Danny James February 27, 2014 / 7:40 am

      Thanks for the comment. I felt the same way.

      DJ

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  11. sustainabilitea February 26, 2014 / 5:38 pm

    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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  12. Sandra February 26, 2014 / 12:48 pm

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

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    • Danny James February 26, 2014 / 2:05 pm

      Thank you Sandra! It did take him a couple of hours before he missed me.

      DJ

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  13. Adam Ickes February 26, 2014 / 9:14 am

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

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    • Danny James February 26, 2014 / 9:40 am

      Yup! Never thought I would use that experience as a post.

      DJ

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