Growing up, country livin’ was a way of life. Drinking sweet tea on the porch. Building forts in the summer. Participating in activities that could be straight out of a country song. It wasn’t until I switched schools, where a majority of my friends lived in subdivisions, did I realize how different my way of life was. The corn fields and dirt roads seemed so foreign to them.
I remember when my friends Chelsea and Mary, who grew up in rough neighborhoods, drove out to my house for my high school graduation party. On the way, they had seen a tractor driving down the road. Chelsea couldn’t believe her eyes! “Is that even legal?” she had asked me. I was initially surprised by the question as the experience was a common occurrence for me. I had forgotten that this was a whole new experience for them. Mary, unfazed by the tractor, became fearful when she saw there was a cornfield in my backyard. “How do you even sleep at night?” she had asked me, glancing fearfully over her shoulder. I scoffed at her. “You’ve been watching too many horror movies,” I said.
You know you live in the country when...