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Photo by Venti Views on Unsplash There was a ranch down the street where I grew up in rural Southern California, just thirty minutes due east from Los Angeles. It was a horse ranch and on any day if you walked by the ranch, you could see true cowboys breaking horses. There was a corral…

Dad wanted to create some other kind of ranch or farm on the land after dismantling the chicken ranch. There was one chicken house that was left intact for feed barrels, rabbit hutches and miscellaneous yard tools. On one side of the long, corrugated metal barn was a small stall for goats. Dad liked goats…

For all intents and purposes, I was an only child. People don’t generally talk about the pressures that occur when you’re an only child, especially when one parent is a perfectionist. My dad had high standards and he held everyone (including himself) to them with great consequence if a person didn’t measure up. Of course,…