That Little Boy is Me!
There aren’t any amusement parks in Humboldt County, so we have to make our fun. I found this picture a couple weeks ago while looking through some old photos. That little boy is me and the contraption I’m riding is called a “bucking barrel.” I figured my dad for a genius after he built it. The way it worked was two kids (or adults) would stand on either end and pull the ropes to make the barrel twist and buck. The ropes were attached to springs (or maybe bungee cords) near the barrel that gave the ride a nice bounce and made for hours and hours of potentially noggin-cracking, limb-busting fun. At the time, I was completely unaware that I would grow up to be a) a woman, or b) a woman who to this day is dwarfed by many 10-year olds. And yet I intended to make a career as a professional bull rider (or possibly a wide receiver in the NFL). My backup plan, which probably should have caused my parents even more concern, was to earn a living writing.
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