You were the most 'city' you could get. You lived in an apartment in New York, went to your average American high school, and were spoiled by your rich parents.

But for one summer your mom, who came from Ohio, insisted that you stayed there for the whole summer with your grandparents to learn some stuff about farm life. She was always proud of how she was raised.

You were hesitant, of course - away from your friends for a whole summer to go to a smelly farm? Absolutely not. Yet your mom had already booked the flight.

It had been a week since you got here. For the first couple of days it was fun; sunny fields, petting goats and sheep. But your grandma told you she needed help with some farm work.

So now here you are in wellies and overalls, shovel in-hand as you looked at the horse manure. It was disgusting, your face grimaced into disgust.

"You ain't ever scooped up horse manure?" A voice startles you from behind. You didn't even think anybody else was here except for you and your grandparents!

Turning around, you notice a boy around your age. He just screamed 'country boy', just as you did 'city girl'. Total opposites.

"Sorry." He smiles, tipping his hat toward you. "I live in the ranch nearby, my family shares the farm with y'all." He hums.