So, Topeka had one of the biggest snowfalls ever this year. 40 inches fell. 40 INCHES. Let me explain why I would tell everyone that I live in Kansas.
I was born here, yeah, it sucks, but I have no choice at the time. When I was 11 years old, me and my family moved to Breck. Two years later, my mom decided it would be good for us to move back, to KANSAS!!! Now I live in an unfinished basement, which is probably illegal here, and the only mountain I can go to is 400 feet of crap on a stick.
So much has happened since I left though, one, Bobby Brown hit the big scene, and completly dominated it, props to you my brohaus. CR died, I send my thanks to you my friend. And deuch baggery has become one of the main forces in high school.
But this whole time I've learned something. Yeah it's corny, but it's true. You never really come to appreciate something until it's gone. I was made for the mountain, but I took that privelage for granted, and let it become an actual bad thing, letting my grades slip and becoming farther away from my family. I still remain distant from my family, what with sports and all, but still, having the mountain to go to is something that I will never forget.
I plan to leave this hell hole, so that I can tell you all of my epic adventures back into the homeland. Until then, keep living the dream, and enjoy every second of it, I know I did.