When I was a young girl, I hated doing farm work.  My Dad grew tobacco to help pay the bills.  It was very hard sweaty work.  This was the time that I began dreaming of college to get away from this chore I had every summer.  It was a great motivation tool! Now that I am facing retirement, I long to see plowed fields again.  I want to run barefoot through freshly plowed dirt and feel the sun on my skin.