We lived in a small two bedroom home on the edge of our little town. In fact, half of the road was considered city, and the other half of it was country. I was fortunate to see both worlds of country and city. On one hand, I was part of a neighborhood, and then on the other hand, I was able to watch farmers plow beans, wheat, and corn annually. And I was able to track back into the woods and pick berries during the fall. I also enjoyed running through the corn fields!
It wasn't until I was a little older, probably by the time I was eight or so, that my dad built a new room onto the house where my brothers and I moved. Prior to that, my sister shared a room with her two younger brothers. That was probably a drag for her. I was elated to move to our HUGE bedroom and it was great to finally have space to fit our beds and our toys.
First grade to the sixth grade was a normal school experience filled with Christmas programs, eating in the cafeteria, and recess filled with fun. I remember so many activities that happened during the years at Oaklief Elementary. I distinctly remember sliding down the HUGE metal slide in the winter and sliding on the blacktop after the ride. Once our class walked to the junior high to watch the high school play that was being performed that year. They always did a dressed rehearsal performance for the elementary to work out all the bugs before opening night. Since our school was so small, like our town, I spent my entire school years having a locker next to the same two people. All the way through high school!
It was in elementary that I began to realize my art talent. It seemed that my work, art work that is, was slightly better than the rest of the students. They started recognizing me as the one that could "draw real well." I am sure that set me up for the rest of my life as an artist.