On The Farm,

I didn't even know what a blog was until about 20 or so minutes ago, so this is more likely than not my first and last blog. I never said I hadn't ever read any before, they seem to have been around even when I was a kid, in a verbal format, the folks called it gossiping. At any rate I read that it can also serve as writing practice, a diary, or
weblog, or a daily journal of sorts. I'll use it here briefly as a platform to improve my grammatical skills. I was raised in a small Southeastern Texas County, my father raised hogs primarily, although there were also poultry,
several goat's, a milk cow, and a couple of rather old horse's. An only child I spent much time alone, reading, hiking about in the many acres of those piney woods.I hunted, fished, and walked those woods until they were like a second home. My closest playmates lived nearly two miles away, and there was no phones, electricity, gas, or running water, unless you counted Roberson Creek, which wound it's way through the pines about a mile and a half from our place. It was a hard life, winters especially, but I wouldn't change a thing. Since I've carefully avoided politics, religion, sex, race, relationships, or any subject inviting conjecture, or conflict I'd like the reader if knowledgeable in the area to comment on my grammatical errors so I can continue to work on the mistakes. Thank you.