First time I Drove a Pickup, by Jacob
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Who: Jacob What: Driving a Pickup When: ? Where: The Farm
The First Time I Drove a Pickup Truck
It was a hot sunny day in the summertime, my dad, grandpa, and uncle were picking up hay bales out of the field on our neighbors farm when I was about five years old. When they were about done I’d been tagging along watching them as they worked when my grandpa stood me up on the seat of the truck and told me I could drive, to go in a straight path along the row of square bales in the field. That is about when the practicality of the idea ended. See Grandpa thought that as long as you didn’t give the truck any gas it would just slowly roll along at a slow enough pace that they could keep up with it while loading the bales, but you see the truck was still fairly new, only about 4-5 years old, and beings it was bought to be a farm truck grandpa got it with a bigger engine than was standard because it had to be able to pull wagons and trailers full of hogs, so my point being it had more power. Then when grandpa let off the brake pedal and said here you go, but it rolled faster than he had expected and they were all running around trying to keep up and grandpa had to keep running up to the truck and push in the brake to slow down the truck. That was when he decided that this wouldn’t work and I had to stop. But I was feeling great! It was my first time behind the wheel and I liked it. I was jerking the wheel from side to side in a playful manner because I had no idea what I was doing or how to drive, Remember I was only five. From that day that is one of my oldest memories other than when grandpa got the new combine when I was two or three. Luckily now I fifteen and I now can drive fine and have a learner’s permit to drive with relatives since I passed a drivers ed course with an A. Ever since that first hot summer day I’ve known I’d be able to drive much better than a lot of people on the road with MUCH more common since. Now I can’t wait to turn six teen and be able to go the places I need to go without having to rely on someone else to take me and I can thank my talent at driving to them first times driving the old pickup around on the farm. I’ve always been glad that on that hot summer day grandpa took the time to let me fell what it would be like to drive when I’m sure they’d all rathered just finished up and be done. That day is one of my best memories form that age and assume that it always will be.
The End.
