To Be An American
I don't know if the title is correct as I am not really going to describe what it means to be an American in this post. No, instead I am going to talk a little bit about the different places I have lived. Sure, I could talk about all of the states I've visited, but since I have not yet visited Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota (I think), Hawai'i, and Alaska, I think the first idea would be shorter. So let's get started, shall we! I was born and spent the first 14 years of my life in Michigan. I didn't like it there. Was there a lot to do? Sure. Four seasons. Lots of lakes. Apple orchards. Parks. You name it, you could and still can find plenty to do there. I just never really like being there. I can't quite explain it. I still have plenty of family there. My mom, brother, niece, aunt, uncle, cousins. However, my absolute favorite place in Michigan was Lake George. Grandma had a cottage on the lake. We would go boating in the spring, summer, and ...