"Rust" in Peace

When I was about 12, Dad, Kayleen, Scott and I were doing some cleaning up around the farm.  We had loaded a bunch of junk into the back of the truck and we also loaded up a wagon with junk as well.  We were going to take these loads out to the junk yard (the one out by the gravel pit/stock pond) where they could “rust” in peace.  Kay & Scott were already at the junk yard unloading the wagon that they drove out there with the WD-40.  Dad and I were taking care of the truck.  When Dad and I got to the junk yard we lowered the tail gate and I hoped on the back of the truck as Dad began to back down the hill so we could unload everything at the bottom of the hill.  As you can imagine with a little assistance of gravity, as Dad was backing down the hill the junk in the back of the truck started to fall out of the truck and as I had nothing to hang onto I was the first one that went out.  I do remember looking up and sure enough I had landed on the ground on my belly and I was under the truck.  I felt like I had enough clearance and that I would likely just stay under the truck and come out the other side when Dad passed over so I didn’t plea for any help.  Then all of the sudden I heard a “death cry” from Kay.  While she and Scott were unloading the wagon she looked over and saw a pair of legs standing up in the air coming out from under the back end of the truck.  Whether Dad had his hearing aids in or not I don’t know but I do know that immediately following the “death cry” the truck was rolling forward.  I crawled up from off the ground and everyone came rushing over to my side.  I was not injured but not knowing what to do at that point I began to I began to cry.   

Brad