So maybe I sat around earlier today just listening to country music. Who cares? That is not a sin. Maybe I loved it. Maybe I even teared up during a few songs. I am not sure what my deal is, but I have been on a country kick the last few weeks. Like a yee-haw type of kick.
Maybe I listen to it due to the fact it reminds me of summer. . .and I am so ready for summer. Not that my summer is going to be an easy breeze or anything. I am living at home, working two jobs in Logan, planning a wedding, and Brian is leaving me for the majority of the summer. However, I am ready for all the wonderful things of summer to happy, I am ready to be that much closer to being married, and I am ready to be done with my extremely boring classes this semester.
Maybe I listen to it because it reminds me of when life was much more simple. We listened to country nonstop when I was a kid. So whenever I hear an older country song, I am instantly taken back to my roots, and back to when I was still losing teeth. It reminds of lazy childhood summers.
Going to rodeos dressed like a little cowgirl and munching on rodeo burgers.
Parades, and trying to fill my bag with more candy than the other kids around me.
Cookouts at my grandparents.
Jumping on the tramp to Faith Hill's 'This Kiss' and wondering what my first kiss would feel like when I was an old person.
Running around in my swimsuit with cats and the dog chasing me.
Sleeping in the tent. Then scaring my cousins out of the tent by telling them about the creepy man that would jump off the train which went past the house at night.
Climbing crab apple trees and feeding the apples to my pet goat.
Bike rides around town with Catherine Rider.
Riding our bikes to the local store to buy popsicles after we got sick of the town.
Riding the tractor with Grandpa Reeder.
Riding horses at Grandpa and Grandma Keller's house.
Watching the baby bats fly around outside when night fell at Grandma Keller's.
Catching gophers. In traps. On Grandpa's farm.
Truck rides through the canyon with my parents and Jace.
I could go on and on.
I am so glad I grew up where I did and was priviledged enough to have a long careless childhood.