Remember when you were little, and if you were from a land-locked state, going to a state that was on the ocean like Florida or California sounded so exciting? I used to think that people in Florida were just dying to see Indiana. Turns out....they aren't.
I confess, that I get a kick out of telling people I grew up on a farm in Indiana. I feel like it is my duty. Here in this particular part of Virginia, no one is actually "from" Virginia. I've not met anyone else from Indiana. Occasionally I'll meet someone who used to "live" there, but no one is "from" there. I am "from" Indiana, so it is my duty to share my rural experiences. I get a kick out of telling my farm stories, usually centered on "loose" (interpret that however you like) animals, waking up early, and chores. Some of my favorite farm stories are: "Milking goats: warm hands, fun to tease the barn cats.", "Careful where you walk." , "MOM! The cows are out!!!!", and "Just put bag-balm on it."
However, my boys favorite stories are the ones about Silly Uncle J. Like the story called "Why you shouldn't let your friend teach you karate." , "What you should and should not do, if a moth gets in your ear." , "How not to dry a pizza-cutter" or "How to break your own collar bone while playing football.....alone." Then their personal favorite and mine, "Why you shouldn't ride on top of the van, while your sister drives." These aren't necessarily "farm" stories and come to think of it, none of them have anything to do with manure.....except maybe the last one.....
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