Because I was born 10 days after the cut-off date for first graders, I was sent home on the third day of school. Fine. The Mama had her hands full caring for Baby Sister and figuring out the new house that we had moved into about a week before school started. That meant I got to go with the Daddy for part of the day. Great!
The Daddy irrigated the rows upon rows of crops on the valley floor. During his morning break, the Daddy came home to fetch me. I'd get in the car with my Golden Books, coloring books, and crayons and down the hill we would go. While the Daddy worked, I entertained myself with my books and when that became tiring, I'd wander and explore, but never too far from the car and always where the Daddy could see me. We'd go home for lunch and sometimes I'd get to go back with the Daddy.
A ditch stood between the fields and the car. It also separated me from the Daddy. Without help, I could not get over the ditch, especially when it was filled with water. One day, I decided to get over the ditch. Yup, that day it was full of water.
I jumped. Wheeee! I landed safely on the other side.
I turned around and jumped back. Then I jumped again. Back and forth I went.
Before I knew what happened, the Daddy pulled me out of the ditch. I was not hurt.
"Your mom is going to be mad," the Daddy said in his quiet-like voice.
I looked down at myself all wet and muddy. Oh-oh.
From that day on, until we moved again, I stayed home with the Mama and the Baby Sister.
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