My first wood-getting trip.

I watched Dad sharpen his see-saw.

I helped stack some wood in the back of Grandpa's truck.

I rode with Mom in the back of the truck while Dad looked for more dead Juniper to cut.

I watched Mom cut down a tree with her chain saw.

I helped Mom cut for a second, but I didn't like all the corn (Mom told me it was sawdust.) that flew into my face, so I went back to the safety of the pickup bed.