During my senior year at Bonneville High school, my dad substituted a lot. One day when he had to substitute he drove me to school. It was early in the spring, the snow was melting and it was very muddy outside. When we drove into the back past the faculty parking lot and past the seminary building. He said, “I will drive you all the way up to the doors.”  I said, “Dad, no! It’s too muddy”.  He said to me, “we’ll make it, not a problem”. He drove me up, or he attempted to drive me up to the back door of the school. About halfway there, our little red Volkswagen Rabbit sunk to its axles in mud. I was very embarrassed. I got out of the car in my high heels my dress slacks and walked over to the sidewalk and into the school, leaving dad in the car. Dad gets out of the car saw some kids he knew from substituting and said to them, “hey go get your trucks and pull me out”. It didn’t bother him at all that we were stuck.  He threw his keys to the kids and he went into class. These boys, we used to call them “goat ropers”, went and got their trucks hooked up to the little car and pulled it out. They jumped into the car and took the car to the car wash and washed it up. They brought back a clean car, parked it in the faculty parking lot, and gave back the keys. They missed the first period of school, I dont think they cared. Dad always had a way with the youth.