I mean, I spent my summers in rural southwest Mississippi.

We were flying to New Orleans, drive 100 miles to southwest Mississippi, and the nearest town would be 45 minutes away.

So it would be like a 40 minute drive to Pigiggly wiggly. A lot of my family is from

like St. Augustine, which is like really, really small and rural, red dirt, like walk around barefoot,

like you driving at eight years old. Like, so growing up, like a lot of my time was spent outside,

just playing in the dirt, making mud pies, you know, throwing pine cones at your cousins.

Like, I have like, again, 15-11 cousins. So, like, grew up around, like, a lot of family.

My grandparents on the chicken farm. They also kept hogs. I remember playing at the ponds.

I remember when my grandfather would wake us up early and we would participate in the pig slaughter or also he made us participate in helping a cow give birth to a cow.

Growing up, I was always with my cousins.

We were always playing crazy games, y'all.

We would play like Fear Factor.

We would play like Michael Myers.

Like, who plays Michael Myers as a kid?

Like, who like does that?

So we would just kind of be this, like, big gang of kids

with minimal adults supervision.

Um, but there wasn't much to do or there weren't that many ways to get into trouble, so it's fine.

Always at my grandma's house where she's like gardening, where she's cooking, like, I remember, like, every time I think about my grandma,

I think about, like, stale menthols and like the traces of like

Budweiser, like they, and mixed with like white diamonds. Like that's what I think about when I think

about my grandma. I think about like while she's making dumplings from scratch and her letting me

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