People have been telling me since I was a little girl that I was born in the wrong time. My best friend in high school said in a previous life I was probably
a mule skinner, or Annie Oakley and brought a piece of the past back with me. My mother "The Queen" never understood why I would rather do it the old fashioned way instead of use all the new stuff. She grew up chopping cotton, with 12 brothers and sisters and embraced all the new modern miracles.
I taught my children how to shoot, hunt, fish, and live off the land. They don't do it now, but at least I know they can. My DD at 28 is starting to show some signs of getting back to nature and she is taking an interest in my chickens. My son on the other hand says, "I can if I have to - but right now I don't have to". Maybe he will come around.