The girls at school largely ignored me, but truthfully, their company held no allure for me either. Playing with dolls or hosting pretend tea parties in a toy kitchen was tedious. Instead, my heart yearned for the cowboy life - donning a stately hat, riding a horse, and wielding a gun.
I was fortunate that my parents were understanding of my unconventional interests. My father, in particular, nurtured my love for the Wild West, always ensuring I accompanied him to the town's Western Festival. It was there that I found my tribe, friends who accepted me just as I was.
Today, I'm the proud owner of a cattle farm, which I manage alongside my wife. I couldn't be happier. I attribute this contentment to the unwavering acceptance I've always received from those around me.
I often find myself reminiscing about those formative years, wishing they were more than mere figments of my imagination.
