A cowboy's kid...

I was raised to say yes ma’am and no sir.

I did chores and worked hard.

I rode horseback everywhere and lived outside-literally.

I got dirty and muddy and it wasn’t a big deal.

I ate fresh food and helped kill the meat we used through the year.

I didn’t have a backyard-the world was my backyard.

I got hurt, broke bones, was freezing cold, hungry and tired. I lived.

I roped, I wrangled, I watched and I learned.

I didn’t watch TV and play video games, I read books and played outside.

I drove big trucks and hooked up trailers.

I lived in 400 year old cottages, single wide trailers and ranch houses that mostly housed mice.

I respected my elders and listened to what they had to say.

I didn’t go to dances and proms, but I danced to Randy Travis miles from town.

I wasn’t raised on concrete and cartoons.

I didn’t go to the mall to “hangout”.

I loved trapping, not shopping.

I didn’t have a cell. Phones were what dad had for emergencies, not texting.

I prayed with my family before eating.

I prayed at bedtime.

I was raised shooting guns, driving trucks, riding, roping, living outside, learning, working, respecting.

I’m a cowboy’s kid.

And proud of it.

xoxo

~Adrian 

www.buckaroogirl.com