my dad

We visited my dad for Father's Day yesterday. He told a bunch of stories. I've heard most of them, but my sister and her kids were there, and I'm pretty sure the kids hadn't heard them before. One that I don't recall hearing before was that when he was small, five or six years old, his dad would send him into the barn at night, to put straw down for the cows. He'd have only a kerosene lantern for light. The cows were big and scary, and the light from the lantern threw shadows that made them appear even larger in the dim light. Cindy said, "so you were more scared of your dad than you were of the cows?" My thought was of the fire hazard of spreading straw while carrying a lantern.