Every summer reminds me of my youth. It was the best of times, even when I worked on the farm. I still reflect back being so sweaty and stinking to high heaven, and talk about being thirsty. There was a well on the property that an underground spring ran into it. We would drop the bucket down and crank it back up to get a bucket full of really cold spring water.
One day, Randy, our boss, decided to take a shower by the well. He told me to get a bucket of water from the well while he stripped. When I got the bucket up he said to dump it on his head, so it would run down over his body, so I did. He soaped up using soap we made to wash the cow’s udders with. While he was soaping up, I was drawing another bucket of water for the rinse.
Everyone was supposed to have gone away, or so we all thought. Just as I poured the rinse water over him, the owner’s oldest daughter stuck her head out the door to see what all the noise was because the water was really cold and when I poured it over Randy’s head, he would really yell. Well, there was really some yelling when he saw Cathy and she saw him. They both yelled.