How nasty you were to your mom...
She may have just figured (and Iím guessing rightly) that you could use a bit of straightening out, and that shoveling for a while would be just what you needed.
HaHa - fool me once / fool me twice...luckily my fathers Love was always present...
...kept me grounded.
In 1961 my GrandDad (paw) was dying of cancer, a 10 year fight.
- twin & I tamed one of his male cows & we always hand feed him grain & corn
- before he died, the Male Stear was moved off his farm, and given to us boys
- paw died and we continued to really care for our cow
- it went to market and bro & I had $500 in the bank @ 6 y/o
In the spring Dad bought another herd of Western cattle, to fatten up.
- so our $500 was invested into 2 young ones
- gonna make some good farm boys, out of Larry and his brother
- us kids were so excited / to be on a farm & have a cow each ... a start to our future, thks to our loving GF
- a bloat illness went through some of the stock
- our Loving mom lied and first said my 400# cow died
- which even I knew was BS, as I try and point out my cow, in the field
- a few days later, my twins cow died / so he was told ^^
Another pair of well planted lies, thanks mother / I got use to questioning authority...