one thing that crossed my mind is in Indiana because we were working up to the civil war is the 5th-grade teachers talked the principal into letting them grow cotton and we got to grow and pick cotton 1860s … and it sucks so bad I cant describe it … try picking the white dandelion hairs from the middle of a bramble bush and you’ve gotten an small approximation …
even the black kids were like "no wonder grandpa took a factory job when he was younger "