It seems that the experiences we loved as a kid are the same ones we want to share with our own kids. And for good reason, of course. Thinking about all the things I did as a kid brings a smile to my face: sledding, playing pirates on the swingset my dad built, curling up with a flashlight and a good book.
I grew up on a farm. Simply said, we lived in the middle of nowhere. Being farmers, my parents didn't have a lot of money, but we never went without. We always had food on the table, always had something to do, and never knew just how tight things were.Being a farm girl definitely defines a bit of who I am. I can stack hay and carry grain with the best of them. I know how to tend to the animals, and I know how to create my own fun. Growing up, we made our own games and found ways to entertain ourselves. That's exactly what I want to pass on to my son, the ability to use his imagination, the power to play with things that don't require 4 AA batteries. I want him to see thinks simply.