Rodeo Clown

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.

So maybe I didn’t grow up to be a rodeo clown after all. But I guess I wouldn’t dissapoint my second grade self too much, because I sure have the heart of one.
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4 thoughts on “Rodeo Clown

  1. Good post Heather. I had an uncle who used to be a trick roper and roman rider who traveled all over the world in rodeos. I often thought I wanted to be like him when I was in elementary school. You brought back a lot of memories of those rodeo days.

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