Fields of Wheat, Rolling on Forever

Family didn’t seem to be important when I was a child. It was something we took for granted. When children played, there would be two parents watching, throwing a ball around, joking or sitting around the picnic table. Well, when I was a little child toddling around, what I remember most is my time with my family in Florida: my Mom, my Dad, my sister Chris and my brother Mike. Family to me, at that time, meant having both parents around. I believe one of our favorite places to go was Clearw...