First big project done at double digit age

A week ago, I came home and wanted to ride the push pedal tractor. Daddy said I should get some sunshine and asked if I'm able to power up through the mud ruts. I replied, "hmmm, I don't really know, that seems hard." He then dramatically answered back as, "well, let's build a bridge." My eyes opened up thinking, how is that possible, it seems too good to be true.

Next, I was walking into the industrial shop all excited for he said, "let's go find bridge material." My sight then pointed at the metal he made into a ramp. He was carrying it over to the dock to lay at an angle so that the kid-car I was using wouldn't get stuck.

It was now my turn to drive my bicycle-like vehicle over to the other half of the work building to bring a shovel. I was to level the mud indents outside to make a road when Dad asked me to haul the tool over. How funny, my daddy then told me when I drove over with it in my hand instead of the bucket of my little loader, "what are you doing, you need to tow it like the owner of this place does." Oh, oh, oh my, I thought. So I ended up needing to go back where I got it, properly re-load it, and take it over to the right spot now. Well, I did that.

Here's where it really starts, Daddy did a couple of digs to show me how to do it at first. He then gives me a smaller hoe that I could use to chop down this area flat enough that I wouldn't get held by the dirt even when I roar my foot-fueled four-wheeler as fast as I can into this little world we're making. So, I begin whacking down some crystaled bumpy hard dried ground down in a fast pace. Rocks are a big problem in my play construction, and every time it would look almost plateau except for a big pebble, it would have a hole on the inside when axed at. I try not to have it keep getting deeper and deeper, yet it's hard to control. I had to keep reporting to my daddy that "ahh, there's always something that stops me."

Finally, I think I'm at a point when I can pause and test my tractor down the trail to see if it works or not. Nope, there's one spot that that makes it tricky to get over still. Strange, I believe it's only one part that needs grinding, but it always ends up being more.

As I keep duplicating trying to shine this bland land up, I wonder what the guy over there in the motor loader is wondering when I'm acting like a contractor here.

Don't know why it takes so long to figure out what a smooth pathway is, but I liked the cobbles on the side of the road I was making when I kept pulling my old shovel over the road to try to screen the tiny stones out... Daddy tried to scatter it a little saying, "you need road base, or is it cobblestones on the 'side of the road?'" Yes, don't move it, I answered.

Now, it's time to pave, so I shove my shoes over the few extra points sticking up to burnish it out. Alright, time to ride the loader scrapingly down the path, and, YAY, it passed the test try this time!

But, my dad wanted me to now extend the road one way and I thought it'd be as hard as the last 'job.' I first took the hewer and pulled the curled and dried up muddy tracks over to the side to look like constructor piles. This area wasn't as rigid, so only took a few minutes. Leveling was some work at the last part because you have to pull slow and lift up at the same time.

I went inside for a couple of moments and wanted to show my dad how much work I've done with, "I'm a contractor!" Then, I went and let my mamma know the same thing, as well as explaining how "I dug a road." A little while later, my dad approved of my work, which I called it, expressing, "and I did this all myself by hand," by inspiring him to say, “Wow, good job.” And, then, we went to the park because it was getting slightly late and I wanted to relax somewhat. (Wow that was a long day evidently)

Morning was only hours away and I couldn't wait to get back to my job and in-lay the cobbles with the bucket on my plastic machine. I rested, and soon after I woke up and ate breakfast, I ran out there, but didn't know how to start on this part of the project. Because of that, I asked my dad to see if he could give me his help. He was working, so he just said something like, "I don't know." "Argh, that doesn't fix my need!" I waited patiently for a long time, and finally, just rode my instrument 4-wheeler around away from the road because it wasn't ready / f.i.n.i.s.h.e.d so I could drive on it. I still happily told him “that all roads have names, and mine is ‘Daisy Road’!”

Hours later in the warm late spring day, strangely, Dad gave me another project to work on, and I thought, "my goodness, when are we going to complete anything, huh?" Anyway, I took the task... he wanted me to make the road even larger. Daddy asked me to add on to the other side and turn it into a loop so that he could see and supervise me better.

I took on the accomplishment, and scooped the mud clinkers that looked like broken eggshells to me over to the side to be able to refine and smash tight, the pure dirt underneath. There weren't too many of those, so about 20 minutes later, I walked up the long ‘gated by tracks’ unfinished road to the packed up etches in the dirt leftover from the Winter, and mowed them down with my ax-like metal tool my dad made me. It was pretty hard and deep, so I ended up rounding off the entrance in the turn way when I started digging. Oh, wow, if I could play, I'd make mud balls with all of these underground products. All together, it was easier to pull this that looked like a weed whacker sideways and back just like you would with a golf stick.

For me, I liked leveling the pocket holes in the fresh soil and stomping my hoe on it to pave it smooth so that it can dry suitably.

Ha-ha, here's something at the end of the process of this extension that my Dad was either too lazy or didn't have the time to make a slanted slope for this side of the loop runway for my tractor. However, a little while later, he did bring one block of stone to stick into my area where I needed a driveway, thank you.

It was still a little while ‘till twilight, so I gave my dad time to get his more important work done in order to help me with my project a little later. Man, at around 7:30 PM, he said, "come on, let’s go to the store." "What, you didn’t even hardly do anything for me?" You had all day to fit in the ramp, and you only put in one piece.”

The End.