I wasn't old enough to be in school yet.
I worshiped my Aunt Missy, who fought forest fires in the summer.
I followed her everywhere.
I was given a silver hard-hat she had been issued by forestry.
I wore it everywhere.

I wore it as she invited me up on a horse.
To ride behind her as she checked cows during calving season.
She trotted.
The hard little bill banged into her back as we rode.
It hurt.
She ripped the hard-hat off my head.
She threw it away.
I was crushed.
She went back and got it for me.