Thank God I am not a Country Boy Anymore!

I used to listen to John Denver's county song titled "Thank God I am a Country Boy" as a red neck country boy in Nebraska.  

I hated this song because I was sweating in the summer heat baleing hay like this photo  shows.  I was on the wagon behind this baler physically having to stack the heavy bales and unload into the barn buildings all day long.  

My adopted dad in this photo actually was driving the tractor 3 years ago and I was helping him for the last time before he passed December 25, 2015.  I still did not like to bale hay but, I was just helping him out.

When I see this photo, it brings back the bad memory when I had to sweat my butt off for 10 years on the ranch farm where all I did was work and work, it seemed.

Also, almost got ran over by the wagon when I fell over in the front of the wagon when I lost my footing.  Luckily, my dad saw me fall down in front the wheel and he stopped abruptly in time. Hard to keep balance on the wagon surface since the wagon is moving and moving up and down when the tires hit the ground hog holes.

My adopted folks believed that the hard work was the best for me and as a child I hated hearing this.  

Well, as a grown up man, I thank God I am not a country boy anymore.