My dad sold his farm, so now when I go home I'm no longer a farm girl. I do not drive tractors anymore which is a probably a very good thing because I could never figure out if I should use gear 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, or 8. Nautually of course I would try them all which probably was not a wise choice because the tractor would not move. Sometimes much to my dismay the tractor would lurch into the air, which made me quite frightened and instilled in me a great respect for John Deere tractors.
Now I don't sort hogs or help work cattle. I don't really miss the cattle, they were so much bigger than I and I'm quite sure they could tell how terrified I was of them. And I don't think they really appreciated it when I would give them a shot in the wrong place. Those silly cows never seemed to understand that when I wanted them to move I did not mean for them to run around me in circles. Of course they did try to show their appreciation by leaving numerous "gifts" for me on the ground. I'm afraid though I was quite ungrateful towards their efforts.
I admit I was not really all that great at being a farm girl. My poor father knew it too, but what was he to do with all the boys gone? I made great efforts towards being a farm girl which I was sure were heroic. The truth was though I was just a girl who liked cooking and eating beef more than raising it.
However, I will always consider myself a farm girl whether I look like one or not.
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