I spent 12 years of elementary school and high school as the shy kid. I was socially awkward and definitely not one of the “cool kids.” That was followed by two and a half years in college being socially awkward and shy. The pattern continued throughout my twenties and into my thirties.
I can still hear Mrs. Burley’s voice as she read this opening line of chapter three to my third grade class. Something clicked in my head that day. There was magic in hearing the words read out loud. There was something about the way she said manure – “man-u-or” – that stuck in my memory all these years later.
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When you grow up on a farm you face a lot of repetitive chores. The cows have to be milked every morning and evening. The animals need to be fed and fresh water provided. The stalls need to be mucked out. Depending on the time of year, crops must be either sown or harvested. Bale the hay. Mow the lawn. Plow the garden. Plant the seeds. Pull the weeds. It’s a never-ending list.
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“I’ll just die if I don’t go to that party!”
I suspect many of you who are reading these words are having flashbacks of the time you said this to your parents. Or perhaps you recall the time you heard that argument from your teen.
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There was a big, white dog that lived in my Mom’s bedroom for several months. I never had to feed it, never had to walk it, never heard it bark. In fact, I couldn’t even see the dog. But Mom could.
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There are people who remember every car they’ve ever owned. I’m not one of them. But I do remember my first vehicle. In fact, we still have it. I know, the title of this article gives away the answer.
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