Come summertime, all bets are off. I am a freak show, and I charge no admission.
Was my first attempt at making friends for our family in this new town going to be ruined by my refusal to hide the fact that we were different?
I didn’t always feel this way about Northwest Arkansas. When I turned 12, I hated everything and everyone. I started buying into the hype that rural living was somehow unsophisticated, and that to be anything meant moving as far away as possible, as soon as possible.
I think I've finally achieved a balance between "remind your high school acquaintances you're hot" and "ensure none of the locals talk to you."