Then I turned into a teenager. The farm seemed impossible, I fell in love, and the farm didn't seem as important. I still savored the long walks I would take there, and a part of me kept hoping. I got married, got lost in life, and emerged on the other side realizing I wanted something vastly different than I had. I started out wanting a nice house, a new car, plenty of money, and every new gadget possible. All that got us was debt, heartache and depression. I lost my job, we got poor, and started dreaming. I dreamt of my impossible dream, living on a farm with chickens in the yard, a prolific garden, cows meandering in a field.