At work…
On the farm.
When I was 11 years old, I distinctly remember standing halfway between the house and the barn, wondering how in the world I ended up on a farm. Frequently, I refer to my farming skills as a hearty D-. I was the last person asked to assist with anything that required any amount of skill. I always knew that my goal was to get off that farm… what I know now is that the experience of growing up a farm kid was a giant asset as I moved forward in life. After two decades living away, I now live 15 miles from the home farm and frequently help out with little things here and there. I view those 160 acres very differently today than I did when I was eleven. I’m still a D- farmer, but there’s a chance I might get to a C before I’m done.