Enough Room to Breathe

I spent my childhood living on a farm. It was a considerable size, not the largest farm imaginable, but considerable. I learned to live in wide open spaces. When you stand in the middle of a wheat field and watch the wind racing toward you, knowing that you are going to breathe clean fresh air, you open something in yourself.

Being able to see for miles without obstruction. Being able to be alone, or with friends, and run in any direction for a long time. That is something I'm really glad I had growing up.


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22-25, F
Feb 11, 2009