Don't let your children get attached to the food!

Every spring the cows would have their calves. Being 5 years old this was the neatest thing. Grandpa let us raise one of the calves. We came up with the unique name of Buttercup and were allowed to bottle feed her. We spent our free time caring for and loving this little red calf. She was hands down the coolest thing in the world! Then one day we came home from school and ran to check on the calf we loved so much. We looked everywhere for her. We didn't notice the red on the gravel at the end of the drive way or notice the scute or the fewer number of cows in the pasture. We were about to learn the cold hard truth of how we got all that meat in the freezer. That was a very sad day. It is one of the things you would rather not learn. Me and my sister were upset for quite a while after that and sometimes to this day eating meat makes me sad. It doesn't stop me. I just think of Buttercup and the crule tricks families play on their young.