There was a country western song a while back called “I was raised on Country Sunshine.” That’s the way I was raised. Born a country farm girl, I liked the simple things in life. The playgrounds were adventure trips down into the pasture, where there were pond waters, ditches, forts in trees that had fallen down and catching the crawdads in a vegetable can. Rides were taken on horses. There was no bigger thrill then getting chased by a rooster or a hog.
Walking on the dirt driveway after a spring rain, barefooted into the mud and feeling it rise up between my toes gave a super feeling. If a wa...
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