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As strange as it sounds, it was always fun watching the chickens flop around after their heads were off.

At times we would butcher a hog or cow for meat. I never really helped with that but my uncle and his family would come and we would have a huge bonfire, roast hot dogs, and marshmellows and it would go on until late in the night. It was fun because I had a cousin who was my age and we'd go off and play. It was great to have a girl to play with instead of being with the boys all the time.
During the summer I tried hard to not say at the house if I could get away with it. TIme spent reading at the pond, in the hayloft or just walking around in the fields watching the pigs and cows. There was always something to to look at.

Every year we got baby chicks and would raise them. It was always a ton of work to raise, kill, clean and freeze the chickens but it was busy work so no one had anytime to talk, tease or rough house or to yell at me for something.
We had 2 ponds on the farm and I would take a book, a blanket and something to eat and drink and spend alot of time laying in the sun reading or just watching the clouds. I usually didn't leave until someone hollered at me or it was time for mom or dad to come home. Once (knowing I shouldn't) I put the rowboat in the pond and floated around that is until mom found me and boy did I ever get the whipping of my life. I NEVER did that again!!!
Mom worked as a janitor at the local elementry school where I attended. During the summers sometimes she would take me with her to work. I loved being there because I would go outside on the playground or to watch a movie in one of the classrooms. I was just glad not to have to be at home with my brothers. There were days that I couldn't go with her and I had to stay home. These were the days that I would make myself scarce.
For a long time I've wanted to write down what I remember from my childhood (besides the poetry I write), the good, bad and ugly of it all. I've already started writing long hand but I thought I would try leaving some of it here. So here is the beginning...

I don't remember moving to the farm but it is the first place I remember. For the most part I liked living there, there was always something to do, somewhere to go, or in my case some place to hide.
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