While I was growing up, our family lived on a 2 acre farm. We had rows of strawberries, raspberries, corn, and beans. My sister and I received a penny a row for weeding the garden.
During WWII, my folks added rabbits and chickens. I really didn’t like those chickens. They were noisy and messy and didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain.
Then Dad brought home a little pig. He was so cute! We just loved him. We fed him before going to school [every day]. He always grunted enthusiastically.
Of course, he got bigger and bigger.
One day Dad said it was time to kill our pig. I couldn’t imagine such a thing, but when I got home from school, our pig was gone.
From then on, whenever Mom put pork on the table, my sister and I turned into vegetarians.
