Memories of the Farm

Not everyone knows what “running around like a chicken with their head cut off” really means, but I do. Most little girls don’t have an old man as their best friends. I guess I was different. Most kids now don’t grow up needing their imagination, but I sure did. Very few kids know what it is like to grow up on a farm and what farm life is all about, but I do.

I was the little girl with the unmanageable dark, brown, curly hair that stuck out in all directions and a personality to match. My knees were always scraped, my feet always bare and my face always dirty. My mornings included watching Sesame Street before I headed to my kingdom outside until my mom insisted it was getting late and I had to come in for dinner. The following stories are my favorite farm memories and the lessons of life I learned on the farm.