After that first year the farm began to improve. It went from being a noticeably unsuccessful failing farm that my family almost sold and walked away from, to becoming one of the top farms for Tyson Foods in Northwest Arkansas. From this experience, I realized that nothing in life was going to be handed to me, I would have to vigorously work to become successful. I learned that I will fail and get knocked down, but if I have the dedication and drive to keep going I will succeed. During this time my stepdad and I bonded and became really close, which I credit to the long days and nights working together in the houses. Without this experience our relationship would not be what it is today, and without him I wouldn't have learned the true meaning of hard work and dedication.
These and many more memories at the farm have truly helped mold me into the person I am today. When looking back and reflecting upon hard work, the farm always comes to mind. The farm itself is just a murky, open, and dusty place. The memories, relationships and realizations I made about hard work and dedication is what means the most. I always give credit to my work ethic and the person I am today to the memories I have at the farm. Looking back on my childhood it's hard to not think about those memories I made and be grateful for what my life has consisted