[2tiredmom]

My older brother and I would go with my dad on Saturday mornings to help take care of the pigs. We had just got done when we were driving and my brother was sitting by the door in the truck and the door opened and he fell out. So Blessed he only ended up with a bloody lip. He could have been ran over. Another memory was when we put boots on and went out in the middle of this field that had water standing in it. I got stuck and my brother got a stick to try and pry my feet out of the mud. I had to leave my boots behind. lol It almost sounds like my mom never watched us. God was really watching over us. We also locked our mom out of the house when we were 3 and 4. Needless to say she took a stick to our bare legs. We never did that again.