Where we lived was surrounded by farmers and their endless, monotonous fields on all but one side. On the last side, stretched miles and miles of dirty ancient water which was the breeding ground for most of my childhood ailments, but all of our childhood vision of fun. When we were not flopping around in the water like injured dolphins, we were scamming vegetables, and entertainment from the farmers meticulously organized fields.

This was an almost everyday activity for us. When we were hungry, the farmers had strawberries, apples, and green beans; when we were bored, there was fee

It finally happened while we were all waiting, as patiently as children can, to hear those important words be belted out of nowhere and echo against the stars lining the darkening sky. Unfortunately, these were not the words that we heard. The first thing out of my neighbors mouth was consequently the first utterance of a forbidden word I had ever heard from a non-adult. This was followed by a number of "Oh my God, the farmer." With this change of events, every single one of us stood straight up in the air only to be blinded by the pure white stream of light piercing our eyes like a laser gun-sight; and it was coming closer and closer to where most of us were standing. The horror of its sloppy bobbling up and down was only surpassed by the maddening sound of the combine's engine droning louder and louder as it approached us. It is common knowledge that farmers do not plow their fields at night, especially when it is a month prior to the regular harvest season. We all inevitably came to one, unspoken, but unanimous conclusion that the farmer was coming to run us o

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Approximate Word count = 724
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)