My parents in 1972 moved us from suburb of Chicago to a farm in Wisconsin, they thought that it would be a better and healthier life for my family. So, they packed us up and moved us to this small town of 2000 people. It wasn't bad enough that the nearest McDonalds one of the only fast food chains at that time was 60 miles away, and that our farm was 5 miles from town and our driveway was 3/4 of mile long --up hill for first quarter and the nearest and only friends we had live 2 miles away.

We had never farmed before so everything was quite new to us, I would have to help milk the cows before and after school. My dad worked in Chicago still and only came home on the weekends so there were no days off. Any sports and or school activities I was in I would attend, then take the late bus home and then milk the cows and do chores before dinner. Big change from living in the burbs in nice house and everything at your fingertips.

My Junior year we had homecoming and I was in colorguard after the football game there was huge party out of town in a farmers field; pretty much our entire school was there celebrating our big win, it was less complicated times then as  today so it really wasn't much of big deal as it is today or maybe we just didn't think of it as such a big deal except for my father who didn't his 16 year old daughter should be in at any kind of these parties (PERIOD). We were probably 1/2mile in off the main road out in the boonedocks! The music was blarring and everyone was having a great time when we saw lights at the only entrance in, the police were there taking everyones names as they were trying to leave.  I freaked out and told my boyfriend at the time that I couldn't get caught cause my dad would kill me and he knew better. So us and some of other friends started running the in the other direction  to get to the road hoping to get out of there somehow -- we were close going to climb through the fence and I tripped and fell right into the barb wire and cut the inside of mouth open, just then some friends who had gotten out picked us up in their van and we escaped. The next morning I come downstairs and my dad and one of local cops who was friend was sitting at our kitchen table, he asked me if I was t the party, I lied and said, "No you told me I couldn't go" the inside of mouth was cut up but must not have seen it, he looked over at our friend and asked if I was on the list, the cop said no. three fourths of the school was on the list including our football team.  I was never so scared in my life and my dad a year ago and never admitted to being at the party to him!