How many people remember their first drive in a vehicle? I remember mine, partly because my mom took a picture when I got back, and also, my dad and grandad talked about it for years.
It all started when I went for a ride with grandad to our family cattle pasture land to check fences. It had rained a few days before, and as we crossed a low spot at the edge of a field, we got the Jeep pickup stuck in the mud. We walked the mile back to the farm to get a tractor. Nobody else was home at the time, so it was up to me and grandad to go get the Jeep.
We got back to the Jeep, and grandad hooked a chain from the tractor to the Jeep. He stood me on the front seat so I could guide the Jeep to follow the tractor. It worked to get us out of the mud, so he told me what to do to follow the tractor back home. When we got home, mom was there, and took the picture you see below. I was 4 years old at the time.
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