Once, I drove a tractor.
Once, I made fun of the owner of a Spanish Vineyard, while at the Vineyard.
Once, I hung out with some cows.
Once I dyed my hair pink in France.
Once I wrote at a desk in a field with a dog.
Once, I got a little bit closer to the cows.
Once I fed a duck. Or maybe a swan. Once, I fed something birdlike.