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Innocence Lost in a Horse Trailer
The Dogpound Rodeo was the highlight of the summer where I grew up. It was what every teenager in Cremona wanted to attend, and I was not excluded from this desire. But, my Dad didn’t want me to go.
Alcohol Poisoning and Lies
I snuck into my parent's liquor cabinet and stole a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey. Getting into my parent's liquor cabinet was no big deal. In fact, as a small baby, my Dad had put a splash of whiskey in my milk bottle to get me to go to sleep and calm down.
Pulled Over By The Cops on My Horse
You would think that growing up on a farm surrounded by proper work ethic and responsibility, I would have been more well-behaved. Nothing quite blows that out of the water than the time that I got pulled over by the cops while riding my horse.
Shenanigans With My Cousin
You never know what kind of trouble one can get into on a farm when you’re a kid — especially when you have a horse and miles of farmland to explore, and a cousin who is willing to get into mischief with you.
Dad, The Cheerleader
I grew up in rural Alberta, where the winters were like death and the summers were full of mosquitoes that can carry you away. It was a happy childhood; I was the typical 80s child who drank out of the garden hose and wore no bike helmet.
The Fastest Egg Picker in The West
When I was about 10 years old, I started working on the farm, collecting eggs to be delivered to grocery stores. Some call this child labor. I call it learning work ethic, and being a farmer. It was rare that a kid on the farm wasn’t working for pay in those times; in fact, some families in the area had large families as they were literally creating workers for their farms.
Climbing The Mountain
Climbing this mountain at the age of five instilled in me a sense of pride and accomplishment. While climbing, I felt the need to push harder, try harder, and work harder. I wasn’t willing to give up, and through sheer willpower alone, I got myself to the summit of that mountain.
Built From Scratch
It was my mom’s dream to live in a log house, and my dad decided to make that dream come true. He began with a practice house; it was tiny and ended up being our shelter while waiting for the school bus at the end of the driveway.
A Bond That Will Never Break
Due to the issues with her labor, my mom and I were kept in the hospital together for three days. Those three days were to set her and I up with a powerful relationship that would stand the test of time—no matter how obnoxious I could be.