Where I come from.

The question of where I am from is a difficult one. When someone asks me where I am from I tell them Omaha, Nebraska. But when people ask me where I grew up I tell them Sheridan, Wyoming. Sheridan is a quiet town in the foothills of the Big Horn mountains. It is where I spent my childhood. I have been blessed with the opportunity to experience calm, quiet country life and also lively city life. Granted Omaha is not that big of a city, but it sure was one heck of a change coming from a small town in Wyoming. Sheridan is a very typical small town. Everyone knows everyone. In school, I was in a class of about thirty kids and we had all gone to school with each other since kindergarten. Sheridan is full of history and is often referred to as the Wild West. In the summer, the rodeo is the biggest event of the year. People come from all around to watch men and women in this show. All of the children love the carnival that comes to town during this time and the annual parade. One thing I distinctly remember being excited about when I first moved to Omaha about six years ago was delivered pizza. I lived just far enough out of town that delivered pizza was not an option. It was a twenty minute drive into town and a twenty minute drive back home. Of course the pizza was never hot when we finally were able to eat it. If I was lucky my mother would let me sneak a piece on the car ride. This was a rare occasion simply because we did not eat out very much. One of the first things my family and I did when we moved was order delivered pizza. And boy, it sure was delicious. Growing up in Wyoming provided me with a deep appreciation for nature. The one thing that I miss the most about this place is the scenery. The view of the mountains was absolutely breath taking. Moving to a place that is relatively flat and full of corn gave me an appreciation that I will take with me wherever I go.