I don't like raising so early in the morning. I throw fits, yell at my mother, make her life harder than it already is. I really don't mean to be a brat, well, maybe I do, but I just don't like this lifestyle. Why should I have to pick up poop, or milk a cow? Milking s stupid, you can just go to the store and buy it already out of a cow. My mother says it is better for us to know where our milk and other food comes from.
My friends make fun of me. They say nasty things about me and the cows. They don't like that we kill our birds and goats. Why should we when we can go to the store and buy the meat without knowing the animal or seeing it killed. It bothers them that we kill things here. One boy got onto my mom about killing animals. She asked him what he had in his fridge. He shrugged. Mom asked if he had chicken nuggets, he said yes. Mom asked if he had meat on his pizza, he said yes. Mom asked if he had hamburger in his fridge, he said yes. Mom said that we did too, but that we knew where it came from, and that it was healthier that way. My friend said he could see it being healthier, but it was still wrong to kill animals. My mom smiled at him, and said, if that was true, than it would be wrong for you to have meat in your fridge. He decided he wanted to play a game.
Some boys told me that I was lieing about having bee hives. They said we where too poor to own them. He was stupid, saying that bees cost $75 a bee.
A lot of people think I am lying about what we have and what we do. It isn't until they come to our house and see that they sort of believe me. It hurts to be called a liar all the time. Now I try not to talk about it. Mom says that it is ok not to tell people. That not everyone thinks they way her and dad does. I don't think I think the same way they do. I want to play video games, and watch more tv. I want electronics for Christmas, not these old fashion toys. Mom says that there is a reason we do the things we do. For a while I would brag at school that we were green, the teachers that talked about being green would smile at me, but would disagree. My mom also disagrees, she says we are salt, that we are selfish.
Lately some of those mean kids mom's have been coming over to buy things from my mother. I still don't say anything to those kids about how we live or that I see their mom's. When I get to move out, I am moving to Japan. I am learning to speak Japanese. I want to be an anime artist, and my mom says that is wonderful. Her and dad get me books on drawing and speaking Japanese. They told me that if I keep my grades up that they will see about signing me up for the foreign exchange program. I really want to go.
But for now I have to homestead. With my family. I like having the animals, I don't like the work, or the looks I get from people. I'd rather go to the mall and eat at McDonald's. But their food makes me sick. I was told it was because I wasn't use to eating that kind of stuff, but it is soooo good.
I don't like smelling like the animals all the time. I don't like not having stuff that I want. But I do like it when some of my friends come over and we get to lay outside at night, looking at the stars. You can see them better here. I like it when my friends want to help me with my chores, even if my mom says I don't have to do them that day because I have company. We will do them, and my friends make them funner.
Some things are good here, a lot of things are bad. When I grow up, I want a horse, some chickens and a small cow. But I am going to hire someone to clean up all that poop.