Life on the Farm
December 30, 2009
This summer I visited my aunt and uncle who live on a farm in Wyoming. Being from a big city, I was worried that there wouldn’t be much for me to do in the Midwest: boy was I wrong. Although there wasn’t the same urban social life that I was accustomed to, there was more than enough to do on the farm.
Everyday I woke up at the crack of dawn to feed and tend to the animals, which included coaxing them out into the fields with cattle sorting sticks. As it was during harvest, I also spent a good deal of time out in the fields on a combine. While there wasn’t the social interaction that I was accustomed to, the summer of hard work did a lot to build my character.