Nevertheless, there was little I could do about the fact that my elementary school was in Grawn. Because all the towns in the area are small, you’d often talk to kids from other schools, so whenever I’d be out—for a football game or at youth group—other kids would call us the trailer trash school. It made me so mad, and maybe this was part of my sense that I never belonged. I was constantly trying to fit in with conflicting groups. Deep down, was I actually cultured and fancy? Or could I become as tough and rugged as the other “hicks”?
