Did you see that sign...hell? Some people thought/think this is true. I really loved it growing up and knew nothing different until I left..and then my eyes were opened!:) The hardest thing growing up in a small town is just that...it is small. Small enough that in one year, I had my mom 3 classes a day, and my dad 1 time..and then my dad coached my basketball team that night! I guess I was lucky to have a majority of good teachers..haha! The town was small enough that a boy asked me out in 8th grade...I said "yes" then recounted that answer by the end of the day because my parents had already heard...and I didn't want to hear their wrath that night! nice! Luckily the boy was one of my best friends all through high school, so I lucked out! Battle Mountain, and I still do think this, has a beauty all of its own. Aside from being named "The Armpit of America" or having the letters BM plastered on its mountainside for all to see, I can still remember the smell of yummy sagebrush, the beautiful purple mountains at night and many a days running out in the desert and just being thankful for all of the beauty around me.
I think a small town was also small enough to really afford me a lot of opportunities to do a lot of activities..and this is no joke...which leads me into #2
2. Just so you can get a little glimpse of my childhood..which was amazing..I took part in and participated in:
*fitness team (3rd-5th graders who had all kinds of fitness challenges and competed against other towns)
*gymnastics...don't laugh..well. only a little!
*jump roping team...we performed at high school basketball half times
*to not be a teacher (my parents were both teachers..i hated the politics)
I think the only ones left on my list to tag are Anne and Keri..Tag, you're it!