The unusual beginning,
I grew up way back in the boondocks. In a yellow single wide trailer. Just my Mom, Dad, and Me. My Dad had a Farm Accident shortly after I was born. Not much around me other that rows upon rows of tobacco leaves. Green hornworms to entertain me. I'd get excited when I'd hear someone coming down the rhoad. I'd jump out from my kiddy pool as my Dads ice blue eyes popped out of his head. He'd drive by with his workers to head to the tobacco fields. To find me waving/naked. In my mind I was just excited to see other humans. Innocent enough.
My bare feet always had a soft shade of charcoal black from running around barefoot. Them feet were tough enough to walk over oyster bed driveways. Boiled eggs as doll babies for my cardboard dollhouse. My mom would drive me and her poodle Fifi around on her moeped. She wasn't a very good driver though. More than a couple of times the basket holding Fifi would open... From the bottom. Or she'd tip us over trying to save her. Made me tough though. Just like my Dad telling me working in the fields built character.
I learned how to drive a tractor when I was around 5. I could drive my Dad's old red ford truck backwards faster than forward. Around the age of 9. Two twin boys moved in a trailer just down the road from me. We made friends fast after I tied a rope off the back of my three wheeler and told them to hang on! I drug them down that long dirt road. We all agreed it was the best thing ever. Covered head to toe in dust that turned black on our bodies. When it would snow I would do the same thing with my hydroslide in the tobacco fields. Bumpy ride to say the least. You can't take the Farm girl out of me. More to be continued of how Christina's unusual ways come to life!
*Christina
