I am so very glad that I grew up in the country. I learned an incredible amount growing up on a farm, and am forever grateful to my parents for it. I sometimes am incredibly sad that my kids won't have the same, but every once in a while there are glimmers.
Brought back so many memories of taking care of sick calves as kids. I remember Dad bringing them into the house in the winter, trying to keep them from freezing during a bad storm. And Butthead, the calf we bottled raised after his mama rejected him, too. He followed my sisters and me around like a puppydog for a while.