When I was still a toddler, I often visited our neighbor, who lived on a farm with thirty cows, his wife, three sons and two daughters. On one occasion, the youngest daughter dressed me as a girl and sent me back to my mother. I was too young to understand what was happening. I also remember the characteristic smell of the farmhouse. Nobody there ever seemed to complain about it. I only became conscious of how noticeable that smell was when one of my uncles, who was also a farmer, brought it into our house on his clothes.
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