Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived on a farm in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
She got to play in the creek and run around the pasture with cows.
When she was well-behaved, she was allowed to swing in her tire swing in the front yard.
She wore a lot of overalls.
Her pool was not very fancy.
Also, her mom coordinated her hair barrettes with her clothes/bathing suits. LOL
Her first pet?
Yup. A cow.
Not many people end up eating their first pet for dinner, but that’s how it goes when you live on a farm.
After leaving North Carolina when I was about 4, we moved to Kentucky…
Whereas I played with farm animals in North Carolina, I found other ways to amuse myself in Kentucky.
I played in the snow with my little sister.
And went camping and shooting guns with my dad.
My dad got out of the Army when I was in the first grade, and that is when we moved back to Miami.
So…if you hear me call myself a Southerner, and are confused because HELLO, living in Miami doesn’t really count as “The South,” now you’ll know why.
I may be quite the big city girl now, but I didn’t start out that way!