Life went from living in a big city to many small
towns after another, moving from one place to
the next, leaving the old life and starting new.
It could not have been more tedious not knowing
what was next on the agenda. Soon life began to
stop; thus, Windsor, Colorado became the new and
permanent home but as years go by the progress of
liking this racist town came and went. I fell in love
with the beautiful scenery, nothing I could ever see
in the big cities but I soon began to hate some of the
people. Everyday I would have to endure the lovely
comments while walking to school and while in
school; though, there are the sweetest people in
this town who are willing to accept one for who they
are. But I knew I could not stay here any
longer after my high school years were over so I
planned to move back to the big cities once
again.
