Growing up as a farm kid, I got lots of opportunities to help with chores and other farm tasks. I loved being outdoors, whether it was to feed livestock, clean out farrowing crates, serve as my dad’s “gopher” (go for this, go for that), or drive tractor.
Not having a son, my father usually welcomed my help. But he never let me plant the corn and beans. I think he knew that the rows would not be nea…