My transition from city girl to country girl

As i mentioned before i grew up in a big city. I grew up in Portland Oregon. One of the biggest cities for gang population. What i failed to mention, was that I was quite the rebel child. I mean why wouldn’t i be? You should have already guessed this was coming with my history. I was skipping school, catching the light rail, going to the mall with friends, stealing, than heading to the waterfalls to spend the rest of the time i was supposed to be in school, with my friends and much older guys. I was sneaking out….well not really sneaking because mom was always out at the bar picking up her next sugar daddy. I was dating gang members. Going with them to take care of the other side who was stepping on there toes. My closet contained blue and red. Just depended on what gang member i was dating. I was only 12 mabey 13 at this point. I watched people get shot. I never knew names. Just that they were stepping on toes. I think this was the breaking point for my mom, and when i was sent to live with my dad,  Was when one i went to a football game with my boyfriend at the time who was in one gang, and my x bf who was in the other gang, and my bf was shot and paralyzed from waist Down. My mom shipped me off to my dad, which u read about earlier.  So baggy clothes and gang slang it was. My hair was a different color each week. Baggy pants and a crop top.  When i was moved to Texas it Was a complete shell shock. We moved to 10 acres out in the middle of no where. No sneaking out now unless i wanted to walk 30 miles to town. So started my transformation. Bonfires is where it started. My mom had some friends who Had two boys just a couple years older than me.  We pulled up to this bonfire which i had no idea what a bonfire was, there were all these people there. They were wearing jeans so tight They looked like they were wearing panty hoes, tshirts that were so worn out the sleeves had fell off, shoes that looked like a snake was on there feet,  and these hats that looked like buckets, what were they waiting on rain?  It never appealed to Me that this attire was something i would grow to love.  Men in wranglers, cut off shirts, boots and cowboy hats. It was time to ditch my baggy clothes for rockies.  It wasent automatic, just because you change your clothes, doesnt change who you are inside. That took some time.  As i said before i was put on 10 acres, full of cows, pigs, horses, dogs….you get the idea. Along with that came alot of chores. Along with that came something i despised. Getting my hands dirty. I was such a city girl. In time though, that city girl, learned to love everything about the country. She also learned to hate city life.