I’ll share a memory from my teen years on the farm. We loved horses growing up on the farm, as a matter of fact, we had one. His name was Toby. My younger brother, Jeff, is on Toby and I’m holding the reins. Wow, did my brothers and I have fun with him. We would take turns riding him, sometimes solo, sometimes just two of us or sometimes all three. Since we were all thin, Toby didn’t mind. I was 13 and in the 8th grade, Bud was 11 and Jeff was 9.