I hope you have had the experience of living, or at least spending some time, on a farm. When I was 12, my brother and I asked my Uncle Murray Lambre of Bermuda, if we could pick cotton the old-fashioned way – going down rows of cotton plants, picking the cotton; putting it in a long bag; and dragging the bag behind you. It was hot, tedious work, and for our efforts, we earned one dollar each...
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