This tractor has been a resident of the Farm for as long as I can remember. And every time we are at the Farm, my dad can be found perched on its lofty seat, blazing trails through the long grass. It is his peace. His escape from the fast and furious pace of life as a businessman. He almost adopts another persona. But that's a story for another entry.

He often tries to coax Brooklyn to blaze trails with him, but the general size and noisiness of Big Blue scares her away. I was surprised to see her seated on the big blue seat with Uncles Chad and Josh. I should have known they could get her up there. They convinced her she was driving it as they rotated the wheels and coaxed Big Blue forward about six inches. She thought she was on top of the world.