My Green Tractor

I remember back when I was a kid. Toys were different back then. I didn't have a barbie car. Never liked barbies or the color pink. I didn't have a little bike with a flower basket on the front with a bell to ring along the way. Instead of all those girly toys, I had something special. I had a green tractor.

My green tractor didn't have a motor. It didn't need batteries. All I had to do to make it move was push the pedals with my feet. I couldn't go very fast on it but it could go on the cement and over grass; even when Dad hadn't mowed. With the push of my feet, I could take my tractor around and pretend to farm. It was fun.

One day Dad was washing his truck. I watched for a couple of minutes before pedaling my green tractor over to the sidewalk near the Dad's truck.

"Can I wash my tractor?" I asked him.

He looked at it before handing me the soapy towel. “Yes you may. Be careful, though. You don’t want to miss a dirt spot.” He smiled before going back to spraying the truck with the hose.

I had fun washing my green tractor because it had gotten dirty. I didn't hate dirt but clean was good too. It was bright and shiny. With my tractor now clean, I pedaled it across the lawn and towards the backyard. I had more farming to do.

Sometimes, I think back on my little green tractor and wished that I still had it. It was my favorite toy.