. . .today i was talking with a friend, and they mentioned Cowtown, NJ. . .
as soon as i heard the words, i thought of going to the rodeo with my dad when i was a young girl. . .we went a few times. . .i loved it. . .the horses and the bulls and the cowboys. . .i was never sure what to wear - i didn't have a real pair of cowboy boots - even though i wanted a pair. but i knew i wanted to be a cowgirl. . .i wanted to climb up on one of those horses, waiting for the steer to be let out of its' pen so i could chase it down and rope it. . .
not very animal-friendly i'll admit. . .but it looked like fun. . .i don't think i've thought about being in the rodeo for years. . .until today. . .and today i remembered going with my dad and sitting in the stands, eating junk food and watching the competitions. . .watching the calf roping and the bronco riding. . .the rodeo clowns. . .the dust. . .
thanks for taking me daddy -
catch you soon -