Since I am from a small town we do not have regular garbage pick-up like people from larger cities would. We save money by putting it in garbage cans and taking it to the dump ourselves. When I was a little kid, I remember going with my dad, Doug and Erika to the dump in Rainier. Dad would put the cans in the back of the truck and bungee them to the back so they wouldn't fly out while we were driving. Once we got to the dump, there was a huge sign, "keep children in vehicle." So we stayed inside. Dad would pay the man or woman the money, unlatch the tailgate and proceeded to take the cans out one by one and dump them. I remember turning around in the cab of the truck with Doug and Erika to watch what kind and color of garbage juice came out of the cans once dad was done dumping them. It was the highlight of going to the dump.
When we got older, we hated going to the dump with dad because he would make us dump the garbage and sometimes it would get on us or we would gag from the putrid smell. When we left for college, dad would actually save going to the dump until we came home for break. "Surprise, we get to go to the dump this weekend!"
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