As a kid, I probably snarled my nose when I heard an adult say: “Back in the day…” Well, guess what? Now, it’s my turn.
Back in the day, I used to love riding in the bed of a pickup truck. To me it was like an amusement park ride. That being said, my first ride in a truck bed was not so pleasant. I don’t remember how young I was when my parents wanted to have a family fishing trip. Papaw let us drive his farm truck across his fields to get to Bull Run Creek. My dad thought I would enjoy riding in the back, so that’s where he sat me. I really wasn’t sure if I liked that experience or not, but I didn’t say anything. That is until Papaw’s cows started to run toward the truck. That terrified me and I began to cry and bang on the back glass. Are you thinking: “But Brooke, didn’t you see those cows every day?” Yes, I did, but they were always on the other side of the fence. They looked so much bigger and scarier to me as they chased us. My dad had to stop the truck and put in the cab with them. My mom said the cows wouldn’t hurt me and were used to getting hay when they saw Papaw’s truck. I didn’t care and didn’t want to ever ride in the back of the truck again.