Yeah, it was the same with me. Cutting trees with my dad when I was young. He would take my brothers and me to these jobs. At first, all we were allowed to do was use the sledge and wedges. Incredibly, when we got tired and bored, sledge handles ended up hitting wedges and breaking. lol We worked a lot with my dad when we were kids. Tons of home remodeling, roof shingling, patios, cement, and wood cutting. Tons of carrying wood. My parents' first house was at the bottom of a long hill and guess where my dad wanted the firewood stacked? All the way in the back at the top of the hill. If I had to guess. it was at least 20 concrete steps from the driveway to the backyard, and then another 20 stairs from the beginning of the backyard to the very top of the backyard. To give you an idea of how bad it was, one day after it snowed when I was 6 years old my dad decided to strap me to skis at the top of the hill to teach me how to ski. Well, he forgot to teach me how to stop. Hit the two concrete steps right before the concrete landing in front of the kitchen door and blew through a locked kitchen door, shocking the heck out of my mom. We still laugh about it to this day, probably because I suffered nothing worse than some bruises.
I still enjoy working with my dad and my brothers, but don't tell them that.
Today, I was outside moving firewood around from the seasoned racks to the "to burn" racks and then I started unloading my truck from Sunday's scrounge. My 5 year old daughter came out and wanted to help me. I was thrilled. Made sure I saved all the small pieces for her and was shocked at some of the pieces she was able to throw off the truck. This was all white oak, and at this rate in a couple more years she will really be able to help a ton. My 3 year old son came out right after we finished unloading and I let him help sweep the truck bed and pick everything up with the dustpan. Work was a lot more fun while they were out there, and a lot less work.
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