My family owns a rock quarry. I still remember the day that I started working there. I was ten years old and it was summer time. Until this point, the girls in my family just sat in the scale answering the phone, weighing trucks, and making invoices. When my dad asked me to work one day, this was what I assumed I would be doing. It was going to be an easy job and I honestly thought I’d be bored all day. I couldn’t have been more wrong. My dad and I were never very close, so, for me to be spending the day with him was a big deal, I was excited that I would get to spend most of the day with him. The day it all started I woke up bright and early, my dad and I went to town to get breakfast, after that, then we were off to work. When I got there, I went straight to the scale house, turned on the computer and got busy doing everything that needed done in the scale house. When the rest of the employees arrived, they began starting all the equipment. My dad took me to do this. …show more content…
This time it took less time getting up it but I still wasn’t perfect. My dad tells me to go faster so I go maybe five miles per hour faster. This isn’t what he meant. I was getting frustrated, I couldn’t get this truck up the hill and my dad kept telling me to go faster. Going faster made no sense because in my head if I couldn’t get it going slow then I definitely couldn’t get it going fast. I thought my dad was actually losing his mind. Out of pure childishness I floored it, just to prove to him that I would fail. I thought, no way is this going to work. To my surprise, it worked, my problem was I was over correcting and I was going so slow that I couldn’t feel myself going the wrong direction. After I figured this out I didn’t make many more mistakes. After this I started driving it on the floor anytime I was backing up. It was much easier this way. I was so proud of myself and I could tell my dad was