Sugar beets----Blah, I hate sugar to this day. I think the minute I started to crawl I was put in the fields to thin beets, then weed, then hoe them darn beets. My older brother did the pulling with a team of horses then the rest of us would pick them up, bang them together to shake off the dirt then throw them into rows on each side a path about 6ft wide made by one of us with a team of horses and an "A". Then they were topped and put in piles. We would then fork them onto a truck and haul them to the factory. I was just ten when I drove a load of beets to the factory myself for the first time. Na, it was fun, that's why when I was 14 my parents moved to town and dad wanted to give my one brother and I the farm. We declined and I am not sorry for that at all. I'm 76 now and retired very early but still work on something every day, all day. My day starts at 4:00am and ends at 11:00 pm So starting to work at an early age and growing up on a farm did not hurt me but I wished I could have participated in a few kid things. Yes it was a tough life, damn tough, hotter than hell in the summer, freezing in the winter, thats why I moved to southern Cal. I cannot tell all the hurts as I have forgotten most of them, but one does not recognize them at the time because it is the normal, but later in life is not so good. Kenny