Don’t you realize you live in the south when, your mom is painting the front doors turquoise one second, then washing dishing and jamming out to old classic music people have not heard in twenty years. Growing up in a small town in east Texas has definitely been a blessing. I mean who else would not want to grow up in a small town were there is nothing but a couple of churches, a small country school, and a gas station our two. Unless you want to drive 45min to town. I have always been able to talk to people, my mom has been sure of that, we have always been involved in something, and i am not talking ballet our gymnastics. No there idea of a hobby was lets give a five year old a rifle and see what happens. But hay i learned more about life sitting in a deer stand from sunrise till sunset then i would ever in a room full of little girls learning how to turn in perfect circles. I have patients for a few things and stupid people are not one of them. Even though I live in a small town does not mean by any means spared the people who believe thinking with your head that the lord gave you is such a good idea. Like no I do not go home and ride cows, I have only done that once, for about .5 seconds, and no I don't kill Bambi, I kill his daddy.
Calista Turner
Click on these two YouTube links to hear the songs my mom is jamming out to.
Cry to me by Solomon Burke
https://youtu.be/mEu8DrO9PbY
None’ya By Hayes Carl
https://youtu.be/KZCicYDlSE8
