My early years were a little weird when it comes to where I truly grew up. Originally, I was born in Terre Haute, a run down city that was on the verge of being in Illinois. I don’t remember much of what I thought of it when I was young, but since the times I have gone back to it, my initial thoughts about it being sort of trashy didn’t change. However, when I was four-years-old, I wouldn’t have to fret over living in Terre Haute anymore. It was that year that we moved south into a Princeton where I would only live there a miniscule amount of time before we would move again. When I was five, we moved into what I consider to be my true hometown, Haubstadt. I remember driving up to my new home in Haubstadt where I was ecstatic for little reason
