Day 15 - The Magic of Bailing Twine

If you were to happen upon the Bailey ranch in the 80's you would probably find about 5 kids sitting on the tailgate of my dad's brown Chevy truck dragging orange bailing twine along as we would drive down from the bench.  It was a time honored tradition.  We would each carefully select the best dragging candidate and place ourselves in the usual positions.  Louis and Kevin were always on each end, to prevent "the girls" from falling off.  Allynne, Amanda and I were flanked in between them.  It might not seem that difficult, but trying to keep your bailing twine in your hand until we got back home was quite challenging.  And whomever still had their twine once we reached our destination was awarded to choice of our next activity.  I NEVER kept my twine the entire trip.  It would get caught on a tree limp or something and it would just slip right out of my hand.  It was the best thing.  We would try to get our twine to jump in the air or caught around our neighbors twine.  Our little imaginations had them turning into a snake that was chasing us.  One time, Louis even tied an action figure to the end of his and pretended it was Indiana Jones trying to climb up on the moving Nazi vehicle.  The possibilities were endless.  It is one of my fondest memories of my childhood and who knew how much fun a piece of twine (and a little bit of magic) could be.