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 I grew up on a farm. We were whipped daily, from 5am until dusk. They would make us eat moldy old cabbage soup,  while reciting the lords prayer. Sometimes old Mr striklin would look at my sister in dirty ways, (he was the the local vicar). 

For birthdays, we each got an old turnip and some dried horse manure formed into animal shapes. They were the good old days if I'm honest though, not like now. I kind of miss them. They would also tie us up to a horse & kart, drag us around the fields for the fun of it.  Then when we were exhausted, they would make us roll around with the pigs. Until I was 10 years old, for the longest time I was actually convinced I was in fact a pig, until I discovered the 'power of speech'. Of course speaking was discouraged and if we made any noise, other than a grunt or a snort, we would often get the belt or some apple cider vinegar rubbed into our cuts and grazes. I'll freely admit I was forced to ride cows... and I'm not taking about friendly Galloway's either, I'm talking aggressive Holstein Milkers. 

Now no matter what people think or say,  cows are actually more aggressive than sharks. More farm hands die from cow attacks than from great white attacks annually. That is a fact! It's actually a wonder I survived but what did not kill me made me the strong individual I am today. Thanks for reading my thoughts.