When I was a kid, life was so simple. I'd spend time at my grandparents' farm during the summer. I'd get up in the morning and feed calves, have breakfast, then the day was mine. Open fields with cattle....ponds loaded with frogs...the creek in the holler....the haybarn. Adventure possibilities were endless. No one worried that I was going to be kidnapped or brutally murdered. It was a good, wholesome time. My love for nature was nurished. I'm thankful for that time.