I will never forget this day in my life.
The day my right thumb nail was torn off.
(I should write a book with that title.)
It all started out as any other summers day.
I was always the first one in our family to
get up in the morning and ready to do the
farm chores stuff before going to school.
Growing up on my Dad's gentleman's farm.
We had a few chickens that needed to be fed daily.
A dog, cat, horse and some pigs or sheep at times.
A gentleman's farm is a small non-operative farm.
Generally small acreages that are not used to produce
food, grain, or livestock but to raise a few critters.
Gentleman's farms are also known as hobby farms.
I slid open the 2X6 wooden gate to allow Chico, our horse
out of his stall and penned area into his free range.
Somehow my right thumb got stuck in the moving gate,
doing that my right thumb nail had got torn right out.
I was in an early morning serious type of pain.
I remember slinking by the kitchen sink
running cold water on my thumb to ease the pain.
By this time my Dad got up and seeing me teary eyed,
running my hand under the cold water.
He looked at my thumb and said 'nice job'.
Then he said it was time for me to walk to school.
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