As a child I was a bit of a tomboy. I loved to be outside. Summer days were spent exploring the woods, traveling the creeks, fishing in our pond, or playing some sort of neighborhood organized sport. It was hard for me in my teenage years to break into the girly side of life. I hated purses, anything pink, and was fashionably challenged.
I preface my story with this because I pride myself in my tomboy roots. When someone tells me I am girly I am quick to retort with my tomboy childhood story. When I go visit family that lives in the country and they call me "city girl," I plead my case of how I fit in the country too! When friends want to plan camping trips and skeptically invite me, I try my best to persuade them I can handle camping in the great outdoors.
Tuesday night I ventured out to see the Leonid meteor shower. We grabbed some blankets and hopped in the car to find a spot without light so we would have a good view. We drove down 316 and eventually found some dark roads to drive down. I pointed one out off of the highway that looked like it would do the job perfect, so we pulled off onto the road. As the light faded and complete darkness came, my mind began to wander off with the light. I pictured getting out of the car and a pack of dogs appearing out of no where and attacking us... or even worse...wolves!
We stopped on the side of the darkened unknown road in the middle of nowhere and I REFUSED to get out of the car. I demanded the sunroof be opened so I could view the shower from the comfort of a metal frame and glass with seats and an engine. I was prepared to make a quick getaway when the wolves came to attack us.
So we sat for a few minutes and I saw two shooting stars! It was amazing! I began to feel logic and reason return to my body. Just as I was returning to a state of normalcy, a pick-up truck appeared in the distance ahead of us. This would usually not bother me except we were in the middle of NOWHERE and the truck was driving incredibly slow, as if it was on the hunt for something... the hunt for... us! You could see flashlights darting around as the truck crept towards us. I entered panic mode. I felt as though I was in a movie turned horror. We were the perfect victims! It was almost as if we asked for it traveling dark roads late at night by ourselves!
The truck came and went and almost immediately afterwards we saw flickers of flashlights coming from behind. This put me OVER the edge. I was all like "No! We are not doing this! Get me out of here NOW!" I was DONE! I was so freaked out, there was no way I was going to be able to enjoy the night anywhere we went. So as we made the long drive to my home and calm began to set back in, I realized we probably would have been FINE all along. If I had not had such a vivid imagination that went wild, we probably could have enjoyed the shower.
I realize and am the first to admit the ridiculousness of my fears. In reality we weren't really in the country-only kinda. Kinda because it was a little ways out and there weren't street lights on the road we were on =COUNTRY!
So friends and family, I am finally admitting that I am in fact, not so country. My definition of country is in fact LAME and I relinquish the title of tomboy. I am in fact a girly girl and when you point this out to me, I will simply smile and nod in agreement.
