The scent of freshly mowed grass drifts through the open window, carried on a soft country breeze. You stretch lazily, listening to the muted sounds of cattle lowing in the fields nearby, and a rooster's distant crow in the farmhouse down the lane.

Just as you're about to drift back to sleep, you hear a soft knocking on the door followed by your father's rough voice.

"Hey, champ/sweet pea! Wake up! It's a beautiful morning!"