I love seeing the cotton fields in Arkansas and southern Missouri. My Mom and her family was cotton pickers when she was a kid. She told many stories around time in the cotton fields. My favorite one is when she was eight, she found some bricks at the end of a row. When you get paid by the pound, she knew if her bag was heavier she would get paid more. Those old men knew how heavy a bag should be and picked up on something amiss. Found the bricks and nicknamed her "the Brick Picker"