Scruffypup saidFor me, it was loading hay bales as a teenager. Each bale weighed 125 - 150 pounds. The truck would drive slowly between the bales of hay, while two guys on each side would toss them up to the guy on the truck, who would carefully stack them as high as possible without them falling over. Imagine not only lifting this awkward weight, then having to throw it as hard as you can, sometimes 8 feet high....and you had to do this over and over and over until it was full. Then you climbed on top of the hay bales and rode the truck to the barn. Then you had to unload it and do the same thing over stacking it in the barn. Our barn was small so we had to stack it literally to the ceiling. Absolutely brutal work, and it was usually 90+ degrees! This was even more difficult for me because I have a severe allergy to hay but my dad made me do it anyway.
Good grief. I did that since I was eight years old. After I was about 12, I did it all by myself until college.
(Dad couldn't drive the truck carefully enough to keep the hay on it.) And Dad would "rent" me out to city people and hippies who bought property up in the valley but didn't have farm equipment. I was driving pick-up loads of hay like that 20 miles down dirt mountain roads years
before I had a drivers license. That's what I did when other kids were playing baseball and shit. (I cut, raked, and bailed it by myself too. And hammer-riveted the scythe of the sickle mower back together every night with a piece of railroad rail as an anvil.) And that was waaaay before benadryl was invented. Dad would hit me for sniffling. And my shirt was literally soaked with snot. My eyes would swell shut and I'd have to go hide until I could open them.
Nobody has touched any of that equipment since I went away to college. Nowadays, I take the cows to the grass instead. Well... a few years ago, I did harvest 5 acres of alfalfa for a friend. So much for nostalgia. Doubt that I'll do it again.