Working in the fields all day

I just started a new job where I work with a lot of farmers and country folk. Everyone I've met at my new job asks me where I'm from. When I tell them that I grew up in Lincoln they shake their head, say "oh," and that pretty much ends the conversation.

I wonder if I should tell them that I want to be a farmer.

Of course, I will leave out the part where I dropped out of my voluntary organic farming class and that this week was my first time getting cut up by the sharp edges of the corn leaves while walking through the eight foot tall rows of corn, desprately trying not to lose the people I was following. Hmmm, maybe thats why they where jeans and boots instead of shorts and Chacos.

I think I'll get cowboy boots, cut my dreads, and say I grew up on a farmstead in Iowa. Yee-hah!