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Farm escapes

©Brenda Cox

The weekends at the farm used to be a drag as a child. She saw them as a chore; one she was forced to do, and often had to be bribed simply to get into the car and go there. Plus, the bumpy drive there was a nightmare for her stomach. But she nonchalantly endured it all.

What she would realise much later on, was how lucky she was to have these weekends in the first place. A countryside to escape to, and grandparents to spoil her.

It was only when she grew up that she would acknowledge their value.

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14 thoughts on “Farm escapes

  1. Indeed, maturity helps us understand the value of what we took for granted when we were young.

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  2. Such a common experience. Hindsight teaches us so much, but unfortunately it’s often too late to do anything about it. A sad story, but nicely told.

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  3. This is often the case. We take for granted what we have until we don’t have it anymore. At least she sees the good now. Thought provoking!

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  4. Yes so true. I grew up living on a farm, looking back with today’s standards it was child labour. Honestly, for me it was a labour of fun.

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  5. It is interesting how our viewpoint of life as children and as adults changes so much. Nicely done. Reflective.

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  6. I am glad she finally realized their value.

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  7. How many times do we see things clearly only in retrospect. Why does it have to be that way. Her grandparents are probably long gone also 😦

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