For the first four years of my life, I wanted to be a farmer like my grandpa in Minnesota. He also raised chickens, and it was fun to go gather the eggs. About the time I was four, my dad convinced that being a cowboy was better. Realizing that he was right, being a cowboy has been my lifetime goal ever since.
Once I picked out the cowboy goal, my narrow-mindedness has not wavered. I was so "square" in school, that I wore a western hat and boots every day, from kindergarten through my one year of college. The only exceptions were the days it was too cold, when a cap with ear-flappers was needed. Through my first couple years of grade school, my overshoes wouldn't fit over my cowboy boots, so occasionally I had to wear shoes. I hated those days, because my footwear looked like crap. It wasn't long before I figured out to carry my boots along, even if I had to wear overshoes to get to school.
Once while in kindergarten, during a fire-drill, I got chewed out because I detoured around by the coat rack to get my hat before going outside. I kinda hope a hat gets dumped in my coffin, along with my wore-out body, because I'd hate to arrive hatless in Heaven. :wink:
