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.
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