The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).
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.
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Oh Danny Boy! 
Being left behind… what a blow…
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Yes, but he recovered.
Thanks Bjorn!
DJ
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Whoa! It really happened? That must have freaked you out !
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It did. I cried. But he did come back.
DJ
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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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Understand that!
Thanks for the comment!
DJ
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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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Understand that!
DJ
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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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He did come back in about two hours. It seemed like two days to me.
DJ
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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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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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Yes he did return. And I did get panicky.
DJ
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ooh haha loved the ending…*smiles mischievously* 🙂
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Thanks for the read and I’m glad you enjoyed!
DJ
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Great bit of nostalgia. But as a kid that sort of thing can be scary. Well done.
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Thanks for your comment. As a kid you tend not to think too much about risks.
DJ
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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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Starting point….hmmmmm….Thanks for the comment and idea.
DJ
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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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True. Some memories are buried deeply until prompted 😎
DJ
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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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Thanks for the comment. I felt the same way.
DJ
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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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I can totally relate to that!
DJ
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Nicely done. I assume you’re over it now. 🙂
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Thank you Sandra! It did take him a couple of hours before he missed me.
DJ
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An honest mistake, I’m assuming. Just another life experience that makes for a good story down the road.
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Yup! Never thought I would use that experience as a post.
DJ
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