by Rio, 3rd
grade
In 2012, I was living in Cambridge,
Massachusetts. Cars passed our house regularly and the only animals around were
squirrels. Eating dinner one night, my six-year-old brother asked innocently, “Wouldn’t
it be gross if meat actually came from cows?”
Since then, I’ve moved from a place of not understanding where meat
comes from to Middletown, Maryland where I live on a 21 acre farm with ten
chickens, two guinea hens, and a dog.
As my farm grows and changes, I
grow and change. I’ve learned about the ways of nature and food. When a
visiting dog killed my favorite chicken, Phoebe, I learned to appreciate nature
when you have it, then let it go when it’s gone. As we fill my mom’s office with
seedlings and chicks, I’ve learned how life begins so small, then ends up as a
blooming accomplishment.
I want everyone to know about food and nature
as I do. To create this knowledge I will have groups of children come to my
farm to plant their own meals, and work with the animals on the farm. I will
ask other farmers in my community to help. I hope this experience will inspire
people to waste less food because they know someone worked hard to make it, or
because an animal suffered for its production. When children learn that meat
comes from cows, and noodles from wheat, they learn about nutrition. With
better nutrition, less waste, and new knowledge to create food, we will reduce
hunger.
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