Stompin’ Ground.

No matter if it is Los Vegas noise or muddy creek quite. It doesn’t matter if you were raised by many, or just one parent. Don’t let it bother you that someone had more money, and don’t ever shun someone who didn’t have as much as you.

We all grew up somewhere, and different. There is only ONE of each of us. Are you living up to your own expectations?

I am living in the same town I grew up in, about 10 miles away from my home growing up..and when I say there is no place like home- i don’t mean the house. I mean this place. These people.

I have had pretty much the same group of friends since grade school. And still to this day, were friends. That doesn’t happen often, unless you live in a small town.


The guys of the group..the very large group of friends..were ALWAYS together. Loud trucks, dirty trucks. music up way too loud. loved their momma’s more than anything in the world. skoal can imprint in their jeans. worn out boots. sometimes drinkin’ a little too much.  always talking about some girls, something with an engine, or guns. the faster the better. the louder the better. yes mam’ and no sir when they were called for. always respected the girls-and parents.

We (the girls) always took way to long to get ready. we had to make sure we looked just right. (I was always a t-shirt and jeans girl but most of my friends liked to dress a little nicer!!) Try on 10 outfits then go back to the first one-ugh the life of a teenager.

When I look back on these times- my soul smiles. That is who I am. That is who I want my boys to be.  Southern boys.

Wherever your stompin ground is-remember it. Visit it so you can go back to a time where without even knowing, you were creating YOU. Those times where when you thought you couldn’t go anymore-you stood up and kept going.

That ground, whether it be small town dirt or big city concrete, made you. That place built you. That is your stompin’ ground- pick yourself up, stand on it, and be proud of it ❤


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