Hometown Appeal

I grew up in the small town rural. Population... who knows no one cares. A simple enchanting lifestyle full of summer nights and chugging tractors. More cows and horses travel main then cars and trucks. the life and home of the re-occuring farmer and occasional city slicker.  I grew up with two older rambonctious brothers always willing to dare me to jump, then giving me the first arm shattering shove. The two partners in crime.. a joined effort in laughter, love, and protective brotherhood. Then came me,  the hyper one with plenty of drama and the annoying title to follow. Sprinkle a little bit of Middle Child Syndrome and a gallon of A. D. D and i was set to fly. Following me came a sweet little sister, mind you the only girl in a family of five boys, and another little brother to join the band of trouble. Our parents lived the typical life. Wrestler marries the gorgeous cheer leader and love each other with more then enough to go around. They took us to church, gave us space to run free, and plenty of chores on the farm to build us country boys. It was a life all amazing and still tends to be.