Life Is a Highway

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Life Is A Highway Travelling throughout my life has helped immensely in molding me in to the person I am today. Ever since I can remember I have been on the road, whether with family or on my own accord. In some ways, you could possibly even classify me as a nomad. The places I’ve visited have painted the picture for me of how truly diverse the cultures of this country can be. From laid back surfers on the beaches of California, who ride the waves to tranquility, to the hard working blue collars in the Heartland who find their bliss from watching others attempt to tame the wild aboard bulls and horses. I believe that one who makes a journey such as I have will see life in a different light. I was born in San Diego, CA, and resided there until I was 5 years of age. My grandmother told me stories of travelling to Los Angeles, even as far as Portland, in the mid ‘80s as my first words and steps were recorded. I was out of the vicinity of my home even as a toddler. The car seat was my throne, reigning as Queen of the Road, sippie cup in hand. From the back seat, I could see the ocean glistening in the sunlight, waves crashing into cliffs and the beaches that line the golden coast, weaving up and down the Pacific interstate, all of which was my kingdom. In my first cross country expedition at the age of 6, I found that my kingdom extended far beyond just coastal property. Heading northeast, through the deserts of Nevada and Utah, I found that there too was beauty in itself with broad horizons. The night sky so vivid and dazzling, it reminded me of my Lite Brite. Soon to follow was more magnificent landscape. The Rockies appeared up ahead in the morning skyline, like pyramids emerging from the desert sand. What is all that white stuff? I asked myself. This was the first time I had ever seen snow. Ascending up the gigantic slopes, the temperature dropped quickly.
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