It didn't take long before Dad and Grandpa put me to work. I was excited to be back on the farm and see if the city had robbed me of my farmgirl toughness. I spent the morning picking up wood with Grandpa. The first few piles, I tried to rush ahead of him and grab the big logs so he didn't strain himself picking them up. I quickly realized that my 81 year old grandfather is still a stud. In an arm strength competition, he easily dominates me, and he lets me know it.
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