Father's Field
"I remember that day, cause I was excited. No school. I'd been raking my father's field, wearing this stupid little dress. Rocking out, raking it up."
"Sort of sweating, feeling good. I was laying on the grass. Making big angels. I was feeling kinda itchy, in the grass, laying in the sun...mmm...kinda liking the way it felt. Guess I must have fallen asleep."