Some people have "curtian climbers." Not me. I have "fence climbers."
Some people's kids throw sand at the sand box in the park. Mine throw rocks and horse poop. Sorry, I don't have a picture of that. I was too busy pointing out the difference between rocks and horse poop, and why one should not necessarily pick up and throw horse poop.
Some kids get to have all kinds of "play dates" and scheduled activities. My poor kids have to play with big hairy friends that don't say much.
Once in a while they get to go to a mall and ride on those quarter operated kiddie rides. But Usually a "ride" looks like this....
There have been people who have questioned my decision to raise my kids here. I was told they would grow up "sheltered" and "clueless to the ways of the world." I feel it's too bad they don't see what I see. The rich experiences and unique challenges of life out here on the prairie. I hope to raise these kids to know what hard work looks like. And what a day of rest looks like. And to be able to see the bigger picture. I thinks it's a real shame that more kids don't get to play with horse poop.
What do you think?
(I don't think I've ever said "poop" this many times in an essay!)
'Til next time,
B
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