LOL what a great post you guys..I remember being about 4 and we lived in the country (always) Thank good ness. My mom had chickens. seems she always had chickens. any way. The feed was stored in a shed in a cattle water tough. one day i went in there and saw some baby mice in the feed. Then the door shut on me. I was in there what seemed like forever. I was crying and screaming to get out but could not. Until my mom came looking for me and found me a few minutes later. I still am not crazy about the dark or tight places. Also at the same house. My dad was a hired farm hand so we lived in one of the farmers houses right next to some hog barns. Back in the day they had a manure pit next to the barns where the liquid manure would go. My oldest brother and I would walk around the pits. And yes they were full of liquid manure I was 4 or 5 and he was 5 or 6 at the time. GOD was watching over us. We couldhave fallen in. Oh the memorys of country life. I have so many stories but will not bore you with them all. Thanks for starting this post Janet. Can't wait to hear more stories from everyone else.
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