Important To Me Narrative

Sitting down and actually thinking about the things I have done in life has reminded me of a story that has great significance to me. So much so that I just have to include it for you guys to read, so here it is. I was nine. It was September. I remember it was raining. Actually more like downpouring. My father was trying to get the crops out of the field. At this point in my life I had never really operated any of our machinery. Sure, I watched my dad or my older brother run the huge implements, but I had never done so myself. I was inside the house, but I don’t exactly remember what I was doing there. What I do remember is my father bursting in, grabbing me and saying that he needed my help. As we made our way outside, I remember already noticing the rising of the small creek below our house. Yes, it is the one that …show more content…
He drove the tractor onto the road and then stopped, allowing me to take over in the driver’s seat. I moved over and took hold of the steering wheel. Shifting the tractor into gear, the vehicle started moving forward slowly. As I continued to shift up the gears the tractor continued to increase in speed. After a little while we had finally made it into town. “Now for the hard part”, my father said. I had to maneuver the tractor onto the scale so that co-op could take a measure of the weight. After I pulled off the scale, I next had to pull a U-turn and driving into the unloading bay, where the co-op worker would open up the wagons and let the corn pour out into the augers below. This would have been nothing out of the ordinary… if the tractor I was driving did not have duals on it. Alas, it did and that left me with about six inches between the wall of the bay and the tire. Taking it slow, I pulled forward until the worker signaled me to stop. He unloaded the wagons. After he was done, I pulled out of the bay and back onto the scale for the last