Life on a farm...
I grew up on farms, my dad being a herdsman on various farms, and he came from a farming background. I don't work on or in fact near any farms, but that's not what I did to shock!

Anyway when I was 7 we were at my grans farm, and they'd recently done the baleing(sp?) so the barns were full of hay bales. We were told not to go in there in case the hay bale stacks collapsed on us.

Of course we ignored this and me and my cousin Tim were in there like a shot, jumping from the top lot onto the lower ones (probably a 30 foot drop)
Unforunately this was an open sided barn (basically just a roof with struts holdign it up) so we were in plain view if anyone went past. Now there was a stables nearby and the owner was pretty chummy with my gran, and they did riding lessons, always going past the barn.
So there we were jumping around in the hay, when they riding group goes past...'HIDE!'
So I jump off to hide in the lower part..only I bounce wrong and smash my head on one of the iron girders that were the struts.
A visit to lymington hospital and 3 stitches later and my parents were still none the wiser..why? I told them we'd been walking down a nearby lane and I 'Slipped and fell on some glass'

Later things? Well maybe I'll post more later like about some cousins and their tippex thinner sniffing!
(Asharin Stabby stab stab, Mon 23 Jul 2007, 21:07, Reply)