When you live on a 400 acre farm, you entertain yourself as a child - such as playing cowboys and Indians in the timber, shooting your BB gun at frogs at the ponds, playing basketball in an empty hay mow of a huge red barn, and fishing for bass and bluegill. We worked hard at putting up prarie hay and alfalfa during the summer, so we could feed the cattle during the winter. As we looked skyward during the cold dark nights feeding the cattle, the stars were so very bright and vivid. The coyotes howled as they stared at us from the edge of the "crick". The school bus would pick us up and drop us off at the end of the driveway, which was 1/3 of a mile long. We literally walked in all types of weather, rain, snow and ice to get to the school bus. It was then an hour ride to school on the washboard rural KS roads. In the summer we would pick wild blackberries for pie and wild sandplums to make the best jelly. Time marches on, but the memories that this homestead provides to me, continue to inspire me today.

—Allen Wolf