Beautiful writing. I also grew up next to wheat fields and often used to back a bag and run away from home for a few hours. I’ll never forget the scale when it all seemed so vast and to tower above me. The scratching once it became stubble always tore my legs to shreds!
Beautiful writing. I also grew up next to wheat fields and often used to back a bag and run away from home for a few hours. I’ll never forget the scale when it all seemed so vast and to tower above me. The scratching once it became stubble always tore my legs to shreds!
Thank you!
Happy to know I wasn’t alone haha x