Hay Bale

Ah, youth. It knows no boundaries and even less logic. I am not going to lie to you by saying ‘I remember it like it was yesterday’, that would be silly. You see, it was quite a while ago.

But, all the same, I can remember bits clearly enough and almost feel certain bits even more.

The sun tore through the lush green leaves, which in turn danced on a merry summer breeze. The birds seemed to float through the sky, playing with the kittens that chased their shadows.

Ok, fair enough. The day itself wasn’t quite like that. Sunny? Yes. Merry Breeze? Well, warm. Birds floating? More like flapping but the point was, it was summer.

Some friend, not sure who was with me, and I were playing roll the hay bale down the extremely steep field. Naturally, the fact that it could have crashed onto the road and caused a major traffic accident had escaped our minds. Never one to employ the ever useful skills of common sense, I decided to push one down. I followed that extremely risqué decision by chasing after It.

I most probably became the first person to be run over by a hay bale that was moving away from them. What a strange sensation it was. I grabbed onto the fleeing bale of hay, was then pulled up onto it and throw n to the ground. The whole thing completely rolled over me.

Strange days, kind of fun though looking back but I could have been killed, or seriously hurt.