When I was growing up I can remember that our grandfather would clean out the barn with the tractor, pushing all the manure out into the front lot. When it would rain, it would create a large recessed mud and clay pool at the front of the barn. We would go out there barefoot and actually wade through the recessed pool of manure and mud just to have fun. Of course we would get fussed at for going out there in the lot where the cows were but we didn’t care. It was a lot of fun and something to do to pass the time.
When we got back to the house we would have to wash the dry mud off our legs before going in but to us, this was fun. Whether it was wading through manure piles, chasing chickens around the yard, creating problems for our grandfather all the time, or trekking through the woods setting out on a new adventure, there was nothing like growing up on the farm.