The Beginning

We all start out in this world the same way, helpless, defenseless, and at the mercy of whom ever so chooses to take control of us.  For most of us that whoever becomes our parents.  Our parents help us learn to walk, talk, and pretty much everything else.  I am very grateful to have the parents that I do and to have been raised on the family farm.  Growing up on the farm teaches us many valuable lessons that would never be learned otherwise.  Not too often do you hear a kid from town getting told to suck it up when they fall and hurt themselves.  But it's not just the physical aspect of farming that sets us apart from the "city slickers" there is a very strong mental aspect of it as well.  Learning how to persevere through the good and especially the bad as we all know that there has been lots of those.  You learn about the mental endurance when it comes to having to work the long hours that it takes to successfully run a farming operation. 

When I was younger I always wished that we lived in town so that I could just go to a friends and have fun instead of having to do chores.  Then as I was getting close to being 16 I couldn't wait to get my license, I would finally be free to go to a friends and hang out or be gone all the time so that I wouldn't have to be at home doing chores.  But it wasn't until the other day that I realized that I'm gone no more now then I've ever been, and it's not like its been by choice either.  The lifestyle of farming has grown on me, even though I thought that I wanted away from it so bad I'm still at home doing those boring chores most all the time.  I guess its like they say about all good things, you can take the boy off the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy. 

Until next time,

Luke