My Dad has always had a dump truck. They weren't always big nice trucks like he has now, they were usually crummy old trucks that were converted into dump trucks. I remember there was this game he liked to play with us kids. We would get in the back and hang on to the bed, and then he would lift the dump. If we made it to full tilt and back down we won, if we lost our grip and fell out- too bad for us. We were raised in the country, we made our own fun- don't judge. Anyway. My Dad was in Rexburg for a few weeks driving is truck, and he was able to take each of the little ones for a run. Detton thought he was on top of the world. My dad is always good for a root beer and a doughnut when we go would go work with him, and this time was no exception.
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