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Sunday, 4 October 2015

Driving a fork-lift

Today Papa took me to his old work place in Tokoroa called Holsters. When we got into the building, a woman drove the van out. Martin asked me if I wanted to drive the fork-lift out onto the gravel. I said yes. Marty showed me the controls and helped me drive the fork-lift out onto the gravel and park the fork-lift in a puddle of water. The woman drove the other van out and parked it. Papa and I had a sausage looked in the front of a truck and found Papa in some photos.

I felt so happy when I left because I had driven a fork-lift out of a building and parked it in a puddle of water.

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