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Tanka Project #9: Tonka

My Dad challenged me to write a tanka about a Tonka truck. I was going to ignore this challenge, but then he got his friend to publicly shame me into it on Facebook. So here you go father and friend. 😝

My brother had a Tonka truck when we were little. I thought it was yellow, my Dad thought it was red. My brother says it was red and yellow.

Nobody has it anymore, and it's not in any photos I can find (I have looked for the amount of time you spend on these projects when you should really be doing something more useful), but that was a really good, sturdy, truck. I've definitely attempted to use it as a skateboard when my feet would fit in it, I've also loaded it with animals, Sindy's, and of course, lots of stones. It was the kind of toy you look at and declare that they don't make them like that anymore.

My brother is pretty awesome too. He started off as my little brother. Now he towers above me. He's had plenty of health issues, including collecting allergies, which is still a rubbish collection IMHO, but he's still someone who can be relied on to crack me up. Love you UE.



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