Recenty, I have been reminicincy about my childhood. A childhood that passed so fast I tend to forget the moments that made who I am as an adult.

We lived on a farm with cows, horses, barns, a dog, cotton, maise, tractors, hay and always a garden, large enough to feed all our neighbors. Mother and Daddy, worked really hard, along with my brother. The farm was a family farm passed down from generation, to generation. Daddy was the last family member to own the farm…It would end up being bittersweet.

Dad was, like every young man, join the US Army, World II. Daddy left as young man with fear and courage but returned older, depressed and lost.. he tried to jump back in to farming, but found it difficult to provide for his family. He work from dawn to dusk,