As I posted yesterday, my uncle passed away. I want to always remember this story my grandmother tells...
When I was about four years old, Todd still lived at home, he was in high school and worked on the family farm. At four, you think the world revolves around you. My grandmother tells me that he spent a great deal of time pushing me around in the stroller. One day, he couldn't for some reason or another and I got so angry with him I said, "your just a redneck!"
I had no idea what it meant, I was just repeating something I had heard. Todd and I both still got a chuckle every time she told this story. It will always put a smile on my face!
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