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A ‘Kids I Grew Up With’ Collection
Copyright © 2011 by Bob Jordan
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Jerry and Keri were a normal ten year old brother and sister growing up on a farm. The kids at school poked fun at them because their names rhymed, but today all of that was a distant memory. It was the first day of summer, the first day of freedom, and they planned on packing as many adventures into the next three months as humanly possible.
The two siblings’ day began when the rooster crowed at the crack of dawn. Jerry was a big breakfast eater and loved waking up to the smell of fresh eggs and bacon frying in a cast iron skillet. Pulling up his drawers as he ran downstairs he was greeted each morning with a sweet smile from his mom would gently ask, “Did you sleep well my son?”
After breakfast, which for Keri consisted of a muffin and cold glass of goats milk, the two would run out the back door where they were greeted by their chocolate lab, coco. The active three year old female loved to tag along everywhere the two went.
Living on a farm always meant there were chores to do and as the sun would slowly rise in the east, the threesome made their way towards the barn. To most, the barn was just a huge wooden building with the words ‘See Rock City’ painted in large red letters across the roof. To Jerry and Keri however, it was their world.
Entering the large rustic doors, they were greeted each morning by a symphony of sounds and smells. The mixture of lowing cows, scratching chickens, sheep, goats and cooing turtle doves was music to their ears. A large white owl nesting up in the rafters constantly asked the question who, but never waited for an answer.
Once inside, the two began a foot race towards a large wooden ladder to see who would be the first to climb up it and into the hay loft above. Today Keri won, and once on top she began to slide hay bales towards a large opening in the center of the floor. With one last push the bails would drop some eight feet to the ground below where her brother was waiting. A snip on the strings and a pitchfork was all that was needed to spread the morning meal to the now boisterous cows.
After filling up water troughs and dragging ten pound salt licks out onto the field, it was off to mother’s garden. The kids loved to harvest a bounty of sweet corn, tomatoes, snap peas and radishes.