I don’t know how old I was, but too young to climb the ladder to the hayloft by myself. It’s one of the memories that’s only a few seconds long, but clear for that moment. It’s like a photograph- I’m not sure the context of the event but I remember the image.
My grandfather and I were wearing matching blue flannel shirts. He had his rubber boots and I had mine- they were red and when I stepped in mud they made a smiley face where my foot had been.
We walked through the barn past the cows and he bent down in front of the ladder to the hayloft...









