I have lived in the same house my whole life. A big white house with a rap around porch and a two door garage is the only house I've every lived in. We have a basketball hoop on our driveway where I play "horse" with my twin sisters and a grass volleyball court in my backyard where I watch the twins attempt to play "pepper." We have a trampoline and swing set where I spent my younger years pretending I was an Olympic Gymnast. We have a big red barn where the raccoons and possums hang out. Next to the barn we have many pins where I keep my cows, Priscilla and Petranella. Across the road we have a pasture where my dad keeps his cows and a pond where the snakes and turtles swim. My house is seven miles southwest of
Growing up on the country has made me a little bit more unique than other girls. Some girls would rather work inside where they don't get dirty but not me. I would much rather be outside breathing in the fresh air and soaking up the summer sun. Not every girl knows how to change a tire or how to castrate a calf but the farm is one of my favorite places to be. Surrounded by the smell of freshly cut grass and the flowers in my mother’s large garden make me feel like this is where I'm supposed to be. Of course there are smells that aren't so good. Like manure, or dead animals that my dog chews up, or even the turnips rotting in the field. But good smell or bad smell I wouldn't have it any other way. In the summer I get up to work at seven in the morning and my father makes me do random jobs till around six at night. Most of my summer time is spent in the hot fields roughing or detasseling corn that is a foot taller than me. If I am not trying to survive in the corn I am driving the tractor up and down the fields raking hay or trying not to take out the corn cultivating.
I am from a school that has friends I could almost consider family. Growing up together, I feel like some of them know me more than I know myself. Our school and student body is not like any other school.
I think it is the little things that mean the most to me. I truly am grateful for everything I have and am so blessed to have grown up in such an amazing place I can call home. I know that where I've grown up doesn't sound like much too some people, but country life it's all I’ve ever known and I would never want to change that. I am proud of that. I believe that Jason Michael Carroll says it best. "It may not sound like much, but it's where I'm from."
Anya,
ReplyDeleteYou used so much wonderful description in this essay that I felt like I was right there beside you in the barn, in the field or in the kitchen with your mom, baking a pie! What a wonderful blog posting about your sense of place.