Before I
Could Move

We were bringing the hay home to put it in the barn. I was sitting up on the hay load with my brothers and sister, and my stepdad was driving the tractor.
Then I saw him turn around. He was yelling, waving his arms frantically, and trying to tell me something.
I could barely hear a damn thing over the machinery.
Move. He wanted me to move to the other side.
Before I could, the bales beneath me started falling.
An opening from my life story.
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