My home is Moulton, Alabama. Moulton is where I have always lived. It has a few restaurants, most of them hardly ever have the business because there are a few favorites that everyone in town loves. Entertainment wise, there is hardly anything to do. It is hard to live in Moulton and not enjoy nature because quite frankly, if you were not outside "riding", hiking, having bonfires, or swimming in dirty swimming holes, you are at home doing nothing. Of course, there are annual things like the county fair and the Indian festival that everyone looked forward to. My favorite was the Chicken and Egg Festival. Sadly, as of 2014, it was terminated from the short list of things to look forward to. Sports are a big thing in Moulton. If you were not
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Home of the Red Devils. We were a very spirited high school. Sports are everything at LCHS. I played softball ever since my parents decided I was old enough to be on the field. My brother played baseball since he was little, too. The ballpark is one of the most precious places to me. From a toddler all the way up, I was either on the playground while my brother played or I was on the field myself. I put blood, sweat, and tears into softball. Literally. It was my life. Which is why I quit my sophomore year. I was tired of bleeding, sweating, and crying. I needed a change. I put down my bat and picked up a javelin. I had never done track and field before. I was awful. I ran slower than the runners, could not jump as high as the jumpers, but somehow I managed to throw farther than the throwers. So I threw. I threw a stick (javelin), a ball (shot put) and a disc (discus). I practiced beside the football field at LCHS. It was definitely different than softball, and it landed me here at UNA as the track teams first ever thrower. Well, that and another reason. Yep, that's right. A …show more content…
The Chicken and Egg festival, or as the gang called it, the "Egg and Chicken party" was always a blast. We would have an "Ag Day" during the festival where all of the county schools would gather at LCHS and learn about agriculture. At the end of the day, we all walked across the road and enjoyed the festival. Little did I know, 2014 was the last year that we would have the festival. I went every day of the festival. On the last day, I saw one of my old friends who were from East Lawrence. With him stood a boy. He was a few inches taller than me, dark complected, and muscular. His name is Dakota Millwood. The three of us spent the day together. We enjoyed the festival and Dakota and I got to know each other. I was 14 years old and he was 17. That was a red flag. We remained friends for a whole year. We became best friends, closer to each other than anyone. One day, the gang got together a game of softball. I invited Dakota and my boyfriend at the time. We went to the ballpark, just across the trees from LCHS and the fairgrounds, and we played softball. By the end of the day, I had broken up with my boyfriend and Dakota and I confessed our love for each other. Almost four years later, we are engaged and attending UNA together. We wanted to migrate to Florence and experience college and what it is like to actually have something to do other than go hiking
Home of the Red Devils. We were a very spirited high school. Sports are everything at LCHS. I played softball ever since my parents decided I was old enough to be on the field. My brother played baseball since he was little, too. The ballpark is one of the most precious places to me. From a toddler all the way up, I was either on the playground while my brother played or I was on the field myself. I put blood, sweat, and tears into softball. Literally. It was my life. Which is why I quit my sophomore year. I was tired of bleeding, sweating, and crying. I needed a change. I put down my bat and picked up a javelin. I had never done track and field before. I was awful. I ran slower than the runners, could not jump as high as the jumpers, but somehow I managed to throw farther than the throwers. So I threw. I threw a stick (javelin), a ball (shot put) and a disc (discus). I practiced beside the football field at LCHS. It was definitely different than softball, and it landed me here at UNA as the track teams first ever thrower. Well, that and another reason. Yep, that's right. A …show more content…
The Chicken and Egg festival, or as the gang called it, the "Egg and Chicken party" was always a blast. We would have an "Ag Day" during the festival where all of the county schools would gather at LCHS and learn about agriculture. At the end of the day, we all walked across the road and enjoyed the festival. Little did I know, 2014 was the last year that we would have the festival. I went every day of the festival. On the last day, I saw one of my old friends who were from East Lawrence. With him stood a boy. He was a few inches taller than me, dark complected, and muscular. His name is Dakota Millwood. The three of us spent the day together. We enjoyed the festival and Dakota and I got to know each other. I was 14 years old and he was 17. That was a red flag. We remained friends for a whole year. We became best friends, closer to each other than anyone. One day, the gang got together a game of softball. I invited Dakota and my boyfriend at the time. We went to the ballpark, just across the trees from LCHS and the fairgrounds, and we played softball. By the end of the day, I had broken up with my boyfriend and Dakota and I confessed our love for each other. Almost four years later, we are engaged and attending UNA together. We wanted to migrate to Florence and experience college and what it is like to actually have something to do other than go hiking