How Plano Changed My Life

I was pretty lonely growing up, being an only child and all. I grew up in a somewhat small house in Plano, Texas where I would spend all of my life even until today. Being born and raised in a suburb like Plano I did not learn a lot of skills that my mother had learned while she grew up. My mother grew up in a small town north of Plano called Whitewright, Texas. She was raised riding horses with her friends, exploring the vast amount of land, and spending time with everyone that she knew. My mother and I were raised completely differently and I was always curious about her childhood. The rest of my family stayed living in Whitewright and still live there today. My grandmother, grandfather who passed away, uncle, and my cousin. We did not visit them very often until about last year when we found ourselves driving out there every weekend. We would do a variety of things from helping my grandmother to shooting guns, riding 4-wheelers, or just exploring. The day before my first day of being a freshman year I remember being stuck in the thicket along with my fearful mother and adventurous uncle. I had to go to school looking like I had gotten into a fight with Edward Scissor Hands from all the cuts from the sharp thorns. We were close to having to spend the night completely
I had just taken the last sip of my yellow Gatorade before it was time to get back to work. The man that had sold us the house was also helping us renovate the house handed me a hammer. I lifted the heavy sledge hammer and threw it into the old wall. After multiple swings of the hammer I began to tear the wall apart with nothing but my hands. Soon the walls would be crumbled down to my feet. It’s funny that the best part of fixing up a house is completely demolishing it. Work on the house would soon take up my weekends. Eventually we turned the old and empty house into a much nicer modern home that would soon become our second