Lessons in livestock

I just watched a news feature on the the Maricopa County Fair here in Phoenix. The reporter made a big show of interviewing a young FFA member about her prize winning lamb.

What’s FFA you ask? Um…Future Farmers of America. Why do I know this? Because I was in 4-H.

Yep, that’s right, I was in 4-H. This confession should bring my brother great joy as it’s fueled harassment for over a decade: I raised and showed pygmy goats when I was about 12.

Talk about getting a weight off your shoulders.

The fact is, as embarrassing as it is to reflect on, I don’t regret being a part of the program. I have a lot of fond memories and it likely helped push me out of my shell at a very awkward stage of adolescence. Not to mention it’s a dynamite addition to ‘Two Truths and a Lie.”

The funniest part of this whole situation is meeting other adults who also participated in inane livestock related activities in their youth. Do you think finding someone of the same religion is ironic? Maybe you get a kick out of meeting a fan of your favorite sports team? Just wait until you meet someone else who wore a hideous vest and spent their teenage weekends picking up poop. The bond is magnanimous.


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