The kids didn t mind the way they looked, they seemed amazed. Mom and I were having a grand time watching the children s reactions. As we continued our walk we came to a couple of cows, three messy mud covered pigs, a few goats, and a couple of tired looking horses. Mom began reminiscing about the time when we had a little farm of our own. I was very young, maybe three or four years old, but I do have vague memories of farm animals.
Mom there s a bench.
Mom was always telling me that I needed to stop smoking. We both agreed that we hated the fact that we smoke, but mom always had an excuse for her smoking. We got up and started walking again. We had left the animals behind and moved on to a small patch of woods with a trail large enough for the hay-loaded truck to drive on. You could see the trail marks left behind from the truck s last trip.