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I've always wanted to be a farmer. In second grade I wore bib-overalls almost every day for the entire year, hoping that others would think I was a farmer. I don't think it worked, they probably knew I was just a silly little girl. I used to pick random berries I'd find in the backyard, place them in a basket, and pretend I was harvesting the latest crop. I once tried to grow corn on the window sill, and it sort of worked, in a twisted way.
Recently I tried to buy bib-overalls but I couldn't find them anywhere.
I'm glad the season of barefeet is upon us.
I'd still like to be a farmer when I grow up. That's one line of work in which I believe I'd really be happy. But that's not going to happen. Industry is in and giant, evil AgriBusinesses rule the United States.
I'm really sleepy. I wonder if I'll be allowed to climb trees again after my next x-rays.
Recently I tried to buy bib-overalls but I couldn't find them anywhere.
I'm glad the season of barefeet is upon us.
I'd still like to be a farmer when I grow up. That's one line of work in which I believe I'd really be happy. But that's not going to happen. Industry is in and giant, evil AgriBusinesses rule the United States.
I'm really sleepy. I wonder if I'll be allowed to climb trees again after my next x-rays.