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Carol Perkins: Hayrides Previous Column: On a Shoebox Mission By Carol Perkins On my way to my mom's house just outside of Edmonton, I fell behind a wagon filled with young people (and maybe older ones, too). A HAYRIDE! Immediately, flashes of my teenage years dashed before me. Largely because of my church youth group sponsors, we teens were treated to a hayride and bonfire on the farm of our adult members. They went to a lot of trouble for us and, looking back, I realize they had as much fun as we did. Before my friends and I were dating age, the excitement of a hayride, which included any other young person who wanted to go with us, was wondering with whom we would sit in the wagon. That was very important. Would one of the guys single out one of the girls and edge his way to the bed of straw and ease out his long legs beside her? Would the guy with whom one girl might want to sit, want to sit with some other girl, and her heart be broken? Seems silly now, but never "make light" of the emotions of a thirteen-year-old girl or boy. Back then, a girl would never be forward enough to plop beside a boy unless he was just a friend. At least, most girls would never do that. We had a few daring girls, but the guys usually shied away from them. A stolen kiss with the blanket over their heads and away from the eyes of others was not unusual, but that was more so for teenagers. Sometimes, high school clubs sponsored hayrides, too. The set-up was the same, except many girls now had boyfriends and sat beside them. The driver took the backroads in those days to avoid traffic. Some were curvy, tossing us back and forth, which was part of the fun. While the men and boys gathered dead wood for the bonfire, we girls prepared sticks for the hotdogs. We certainly had no fancy store-bought sticks. Marshmallows singed lips and fell into the fire. Charred hot dogs were often chilly on the inside, but no one but me seemed to mind. We sang songs around the fire and huddled together on the crisp fall night. When I arrived at my mom's house, I asked her if she had ever been on a hayride. "No," she said. "I never wanted to, but you sure went on a few." I love this time of year. This story was posted on 2023-11-02 16:19:28
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