Yesterday I worked at a farm all day. Ok, not ALL day, I pooped out about 1 pm. But HELLO is there a lot of work and DIRT on a farm. I wonder if I ever noticed how dirty you are all the time when working on a farm? I don't remember noticing that.
But I did remember the smell of the hay in the barn. Brought back memories of finding kittens hidden in the bales, finding snakes, and doing a one-legger in the space between the bales. Good times.
But I don't think I want to do that life again.
Maybe when I'm old.
...er.
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Building forts with boards and bales, mice and birds freaking out when you'd come near, forking down "chunks" for the cows, reaching down to grab said "chunks" and getting hay stabbed up under your fingernails...
Yep, good times.
When you're older you can pay somebody to run your farm for you.
:)
Kelli - "reaching down to grab said 'chunks' and getting hay stabbed up under your fingernails..."
Love the graphic.
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