Went on Forever

"They would hire you, they'd hire you by the time you were ten or eleven years old if you'd work, and tobaccos pull from bottom up, and those bottom leaves are on the ground, and those rows might go, well, I--naturally I'd be a little hyperbolic now, it seemed like they went on forever. You got down in those big ol' worms on there like, and snakes would, you know, occasionally run and slither in through the leaves, and when you pull that first leave, the top was wet, you know, from the dew. It'd come showering down on your head, so it was a dirty job, but it was money, and, oh I bet I helped twelve different people, farmers in tobacco, as a kid. After the first few primings, then they do it themselves like they didn't need you anymore cause it was up high enough, and then I hauled hay, you know. Everybody had square bales then, nobody does that anymore much. You know, you had to pick them up and throw them, and now they just do those big ol' bales and push them off to the side."