Country

 Another essay for English:
I am country.
Even though I grew up in suburbia less than ten minutes from the big city lights, the country is my home.
Have I ever lived there? No. Then what is it that makes me love it so much?
I love the music, the food, the attitude and the people.
Many, many people hate country music. I have very few friend that can tolerate it when I ride int eh car with them, I love it because it tells about the realities of life. How hard it is, and how you should find joy in the little things.
I love the food. Venison if fantastic and nothing can be compared to fresh vegetables right out of the garden. Don't even bring 'em inside to wash them. Just dig in! Big hearty meals after working all day? Strew, fresh bread and those veggies? How can you get better?
Don't forget those country boys! With hot tan lines, serious muscle, dressed in plaids and wranglers. Picking you up in a truck, politely tippin their hat and opening the car door? They treat you right.
But the thing that I love most about the country is the land. The sunrises, unobstructed by buildings. The smell of fresh hay and the dusty barns. Muddy boots by the door, the shuffle of horses in their stalls, sunlight streaming through the cracks in the barn.
That is what makes me a country girl.