When I was in jr high I realized the farm where I grew up and worked each day would end up going to step uncles and step aunts. It was upsetting. My side ended up with a quarter of ground but ended up selling. The step uncle is farming it and has rented the house to a neighbor's illegal migrant workers. The place has just run into the ground. The most I can do now is look at it on Google Earth.
I have worked and clawed to buy my own farm. It has about killed me and taken years off of my life. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm just as happy each day as I was in the field as a teenager.
Local legislator was at the neighbors. They were talking about the future of farming. The neighbor told her to ask me about getting started and the price it pays. The legislator went on about how many loan programs there are to help farmers get into the profession. I explained to her that we all watched what happened in the 80's (or young kids' parents did). Most of us vowed to make it and not let that happen to us. Sure, my pickup has a payment but the machinery is all mine. I will succeed. Someday the grand kids of the folks that started this dairy will drive by. I want them to be as proud as I am.