I grew up planning my escape. I wanted to leave to the big city, New York, or maybe Las Vegas. The dazzling pictures captivated me. TV glamorized it. My own life bored and frusterated me. Everyone knew what I was doing, and there was no chance to escape.
I got to the other side, and I can tell you, if the "grass" is any greener, it's because it's artificial grass carpet. The rivers are asphalt, and the wild animals in your yard are drunk men stumbling home late at night. Though the wildlife has been killed off for us to live in such packed quarters, it is much more dangerous here.
Now I am trying to break back. Back home, there is not much to do but gossip, and those words and rumors can cut deep, but you will never meet a more loyal group of people. There are some dangers, but you can let your children out in a yard. Animals are not only around, but welcomed. I want my kids to grow up loving nature and respecting animals and the cycle of life. I want my boys to learn respect, and my girls to learn hard work ethic. I want to be country again.
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