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.