Where I Come From...

Take a look at how I grew up. At Petunia's Patch blog. She is my sister. This is what we did growing up every spring. For those of you who are city folks, it is called branding - when you put your brand on them, (with a hot iron) vaccinate them, dehorn them, ear tag them, and make the bulls into steers. We also take the cattle to the hills - actually driving them with horses - not trucks - to where they graze for the summer. In the fall we would bring them back home, and put them in a field nearby for the winter months. When I was younger, I rode with them some because it was a day off school to help. But as I got older I liked it less, and would sooner prefer to help with the meal my mom always brought to the hungry cowboys. And although my sister and I are alike in many ways, this is one area we aren't,she loves it, and as you can tell, still wants to grow up to be a cowboy. I still don't know what I want to be...do I have to decide yet?