Getting to drive the pickup to the grain elevator with dad( I was 8). Dad taking us out fishing for perch in the evenings filling up a bucket and then spending all night cleaning them. I could buy .22 shells and it didnt matter how old i was, fixing fence in summer and trimming lilac tree branches in the fall was always a dreaded chore. Driving around with dad in the spring to shoot muskrats in the flooded ditches, thought I was rich when we would drop them off at the fur buyer. Grandma’s egg salad sandwhiches and choclate chip cookies for lunch during harvest. Funny how growing up we cant wait to be adults and experience life, and now I wish I had some of those days back