I grew up in a small town in TN. Growing up, I never felt as if I belonged in a small town. I often day dreamed about other places. I was always wishing I lived in a different place.
The small country town that I lived in was very quaint, but it was not stimulating to me in any way. I would yearn for a day when I was able to leave this town.
Don't get me wrong, growing up in a small town definitely gives you a "grounded state of mind." I have morals and a tender heart. I wouldn't trade my life, in any way, for a different one. If I were to change any step of how I got to where I am today, I may not be in the spot I am. I love my life.
I intend to use this page to tell some funny stories about myself when I was growing up. I might use a bit of exaggerations to keep your interests, but the tales will all be true.
I was a smaller than normal, hyper-active, blonde hair, blue eyed child. I was always into mischief. I didn't mind getting spankings (or whoopins) as they were called in TN. This was the typical form of punishment for much of my shananigans. But to me, it was character building!
So here we go....picture it, rural TN, late 1970s...born to 2 young parents who began their family at age 18, immediately after high school. This was typical in these times. Born in August 1973, my bother James, would be born. A little over a year later, here came the upgraded version, MOI.
Growing up in a very remote area in this already small town, lead me to want more out of life. I remember sitting around with my Aunt Tempie, talking about how I would see a picture in a magazine and declaring to her that I would have that life one day. She was always very supportive and would simply tell me to save her a room.
My parents on the other hand, were a different story. They were very busy with their lives, trying to make ends meet. They both worked in factories. They worked long 10-12 hour days. We didn't get to see them much and when we did, they were tired. Factory work is hard, physical work. At the time, it didn't make sense to me, but having been their age, I can now look back and say , wow, you had 2 small kids to provide for, so I get it. But at the time, in the eyes of a child, you just want that "story book" family that you see on TV. Insert loud buzzer here! That didn't happen.
Nonetheless, at an age that no child should be set free, I left home at an age of 16 in search to find my path. This blog will serve as a road map of how I got to where I am today. The road was bumpy and difficult, but an amazing path! I have so many stories...so many tales.
I will begin the stories soon....
Until next time.... TheMikeHammonds
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