Last weekend, I visited my sister’s farm.

Her family lives remotely, with wide open farm land and even wider imaginations. Her boys took me out for a walk one afternoon, and wherever we went there were either Indians hiding in the tall grasses or herds of buffalo chasing after us.

When farm boys start playing hard, you know you’re in for a treat.

wherever we went there were either Indians hiding in the tall grasses or herds of buffalo chasing after us