I am from old compact discs, Tang, and Walkmans. I am from the bulk store buying generation, and down home, country accent. I am from the "Hey Arnold!", the Top 20 Country Countdown, and Fox News. I am from Monday Night Football, and sitcoms that make you bust up, from F.R.I.E.N.D.S., and ESPN. I am from the Monroe County Appeal, and the Missouri Catholic. From learning how to play pranks on my brother, and how to flirt with the cute boy two lockers down. I'm from Moberly, MO, the German heritage, the smell of hog farms, backyard pool parties, small town football games, and homemade enchiladas on Sundays. From Jill believing that all the Missouri Military Academy students were "mailmen" at the Mizzou football games, and no one telling her otherwise. I am from Country Western, and George Strait and line dance lessons in middle school.
I'm from a small town you've never heard of, music that only sings about "sad" things, and where everything moves just a little slower.
