No, I really didn't except in my imagination. I don't know how others survived a boring job where you had only mules for company but I carried on exciting lives in my imagination.
One of my jobs in spring was to guide the mules as they pulled a harrow across newly plowed ground. The harrow was composed of three big timbers with huge spikes driven through them to break up clods and smooth the ground. I would stand on the rear timber, which swayed with action similar to a ship riding the waves. At times I was captain of a war ship; other times I captained a pirate ship. I ignored the danger; if I had fallen and the harrow ran over me, I would not be here today.
One of my jobs in spring was to guide the mules as they pulled a harrow across newly plowed ground. The harrow was composed of three big timbers with huge spikes driven through them to break up clods and smooth the ground. I would stand on the rear timber, which swayed with action similar to a ship riding the waves. At times I was captain of a war ship; other times I captained a pirate ship. I ignored the danger; if I had fallen and the harrow ran over me, I would not be here today.
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