I came home one evening with the tractor and parked and got out my son said “Hi Dad, I saw you coming from the corner north of the house.” My problem was where was he? I looked around the yard and then my son said “Dad, I’m up here.”. Twenty five feet up, on top of the big grain bin he sat happy as can be.
My heart went in my throat, for a second or two. I asked if he could see a long ways. He said he could see me coming from the corner. “Wow, that’s great” was my response. I told him “Supper is on, would you come down so we can go in.” He said okay and I told him to be careful when he left the roof and reached for the ladder and not to fall. I got under him if he slipped and fell.
When he got down very uneventfully we walked to the house. My words for him were the same as my Dad used on me when I climbed the windmill at the same age. “Maybe you should not climb the bin because Mother may see you and get frightened and start crying. We don’t your Mother to start crying”. My son agreed and the same words my Dad used on me worked on my son.