This is my story. I grew up on a farm, several farms actually, because there were three farms in our family but we all lived on one of them. They were...close enough where we could all live together in one three-story old farmhouse and then travel to the other farms to work them. This was back in the days when running water and indoor bathroom were still luxuries that few of dirty farmers could afford. Oh we had the little hand pump that you had to prime every time you used it next to the kitchen. I held the boat steady for her to get in and rowed us out into the lake.I started to ask her about her dissertation and found out that she was a biologist researching the subject of “attraction” between different genders of animal species. I listened to her smart but long explanations about “factors benefiting evolutionary survival”, but half of my attention was deep into actually studying her. She was an unusual girl. She was very beautiful, but the way she spoke classified her as a true geek. " Come on then, I'll get you some protection."He took my arm and walked me over to a tall lanky looking guy who looked like he just stepped off of a horse. He was wearing Levi's held up by a belt with a buckle that was as big as a pie plate, cowboy boots, a brush popper shirt and a string tie. All that was missing was the ten gallon hat and I would bet that it was in the room somewhere and that he was just too well mannered to wear it indoors. I was not the least surprised when Don introduced. The place was mostly done. That winter Pat commented that she wished she had a view of the local river. When the ice broke up on the river I brought her a huge chunk, pushed it onto the porch and called her. She was happy. What can I tell you, it’s the little things that make her happy. Almost 8 years after our son was born we had a daughter, she was conceived doggy style in front of the wood stove on a cold winter evening. I can show you where if you ask nicely. I often eat dinner or read on.