
Aahh! I saw this thread title, and had to laugh. 4-H was a huge part of my sister's and my adolescence. We lived in the suburbs, and the closest thing we had to livestock was a handful of rabbits, but we were up to our ears in it anyway. I did rabbits, dogs, and gardening, and my sister did sewing, cake decorating, and food prep/pres. Somehow the livestock-related pieces of the books seemed pointless to my teenage mind, and we grumbled incessantly, but we got the *(&%% things done. I won the national award for my horticulture record book, but probably only because I was about the only gardening teenager on the planet.
Incidentally, my parents never touched our books. Mom nagged from time to time, but that was about it.
While I never look back on record books with fondness, they were good training. I've been teaching now for 22 years, and record-keeping is a big part of my job. Gotta say, I get behind in my grading just like I got behind in my record book, but at least now I know how to come from behind and still meet a deadlin!
Thanks for the flashback!
--Nikki