Today while I was going through old papers I found something in my school file I had written in second grade. It was an essay about what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Those that know me well would guess I had written about being a veterinarian, or a barrel racer, or a pilot. Those that know me well would probably never guess the career that my second grade self had written about.
“I want to be a rodeo clown. I want to paint my face, wear silly clothes, hide in a barrel, and go on the rodeo circuit. I want to tell funny jokes and have a horse that knows tricks. But most of all I want to protect cowboys.
Cowboys are a dying breed. They don’t make good men like cowboys very often, and I’d like to be the person that protects them.
I’ve never heard of a girl rodeo clown. But maybe I could be the first real famous one. That’s what I want to be when I grow up. A rodeo clown.
That’s what my second grade self had written. I still agree with my second grade self. Cowboys are a dying breed. Although I am not a rodeo clown, I still want to protect the cowboys and cowgirls way of life. I want to protect a way of life that is slowly getting smaller. I want to protect a way of life that fears God and respects nature, a way of life that raises strong families, a way of life that says to be true to yourself.