Personal Narrative: Moving Off Of A Dairy Farm

When I was a little boy my family and I move off of a dairy farm where I spent a couple years playing with the livestock and walked around do something that I might of had to do or just did because I was bored. Anyway I like being on the farm, having the calves to play with and to be watching the field work get done because I was to little to be driving the equipment. But my happy days were coming to an end when my mom and dad decided to get out of the farming. So they sold the cows and the equipment and we move to Dakota School District, when I was going into the 2nd grade. I did not like moving off of the farm and having to go to a different school where there was different kids but mostly was upset because of moving off of the farm. I really

like the way of life.
So I was really struggling in school. It was so bad that I about did not get out of 2nd grade. My mother knew I missed having the milk cows on the farm so she made a deal with me that if I went to Sullivan's three days a week for the whole summer she would get me two dairy goats. Lets Just say I did not like going to that place it took me three or four year befor I could get my mom talked out of sending me to the place, but I went to Sullivan’s for three days a week all summer long and at the end of the summer she held up her word and got me to dairy goats. Now looking back at what my mother made me do I understand why she made me go to Sullivans and waste my summer going to tutoring when I could of been playing with the baby goats that run all over the place now on are little hobby farm.