Does that mean I'm a country girl? I probably am... I remember that when I was a kid we lived in the middle of a coffee plantation that belonged to my grandpa ((damn how I miss him...)) Then my uncle build his house next to ours, then... a whole urbanization, and then another behind it and before I noticed "our" little neighborhood became huge.
I couldn't wait to be home back from school to go play with my brother, sister and cousins on the coffee plantation, or go to my grandpa's dairy plant and spend a couple of days there, chasing the calves and milking the cows.
*siiiiigh*.... those were some good ol' days. I can't wait to move to the country again. Red has been warned; I want a cow and some fainting goats so I can scare the shit outta them :)
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Fainting goats are funny to watch fall over...*giggle* I'm not a "country girl" at heart or anything, but there is a certain serenity I feel whenever I visit my stepmother's ranch in northeast Kansas...it's still wide open and rural and very much *country*. I can't stay there long without getting itchy for suburbia (cos I'm not a city girl either)...but I thoroughly enjoy my short visits there. *nod*
Ah, the good old days, lost forever. How sad, poor goats.
lmao Fainting goats. I've only seen a couple of videos of that, and wow...that is so strange. haha
I love the country so so much. I could never live in the city.
*poles you*
Prosey: I would probably spend my days in the country scaring them just to laugh watching them fall *giggles*
Jinete: they are not lost forever; they live in my memories :) don't worry about the goats, nothing really happens to them.
Bren: they are very strange indeed. I don't think I could ever live in a big city either; I'm happy close to the country :) *poles you harder*
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