In the late 1970s, Kent and Kathy drove the one-ton stock truck to Nevada to move their furniture home after living there for a year or so. On that trip, they were in a car accident which left the truck not drivable. For a couple of years after they brought the truck home, it sat in the bar pit next to the loading chute.
At the time of this story, Cade and I were 11/12 (or maybe 12/13) years old. (There is a slight chance that we were 13/14.)
One play activity that Cade and I did many times as we grew up was "pretend to drive." We played this game a lot. Some places we played this game was on the tractors and other farm equipment at Charlie Dana's store when they used to sell Massey Ferguson equipment. While Dad was in the store shopping or telling stories, Cade and I would pretend to drive the tractors.
We also played on the tractors and other equipment at home. This activity included driving the White Ford Pickup while it was parked in the garage for a few years after it stopped running and driving the stock truck while it was parked by the loading chute.
As I write this story, I find it interesting that I do not remember pretending to drive any of the cars. I also do not remember Cory pretend driving with us. Although I am sure he did on at least one occasion.
Anyway, back to the real story for this post...
On the day in question, Cade and I were "pretend driving" the blue stock truck in the bar pit by the loading chute. While we were driving, we looked in the jockey box and found a package of disposable razors. As I did not have any facial hair at the time, I decided to shave the hair on my arms.
I shaved all the hair on my forearms from the elbow down. I did not use any shaving cream or water...just dry shaving. I did not cut either arm while shaving (this was due to good fortune and not due to any skill on my part). However, at one point, I did use my thumb to wipe the loose hair off of the razor and sliced my thumb.
About 30 minutes or so after I finished shaving, my arms began to burn. They hurt for the rest of the afternoon. Later, I learned this was called "razor burn." But at the time, I did not know it. I just vowed to never shave my arms again. To this day, I have kept that promise to myself!
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