Growing Up in the Rockies

My Heart Drifts Back To The Rocky Mountains As I Sit And Look Out The Window. I See The Snow That Once Brought Such Joy To My Heart. I Remember The Days When I Would Have Been Known As A Snow Bunny. I Think Of My Poor Mother And How Difficult It Was For Her To Keep Me Indoors For I Was A Mountain Girl. I Climbed The Mountains. I Chased The Animals. I Found All Of Gods Creatures Beautiful. I Was My Fathers Child. He Roamed The Wilderness And I Learned From Him. I Loved To Live Life And I Was Very Very Happy. It Makes Me Very Sad When I Think Of Children Who Have Not Experienced Such Happiness For I Was One Of The Lucky Ones. That Is Why I Wish To Share My Life With You. I Hope That In This Day And Age Of Single Parents That Maybe Someone Who Reads This Can Get Hope From The True Meaning Of Family. I Had A Family That Surrounded Me With Love And I Never Understood The Meaning Of Poverty Even Though We Were Very Poor. I Always Felt Like Our Life Was Normal And That Was How The Whole World Was. It Would Not Be Till My Adult Years That I Would Find This Not To Be True And To Experience The Pain Of A Life That I Had Never Known. It Is Hard For Me To Know Where To Begin As I Remember Back On The Life That I Loved And Miss So Much. However I Wish To Share The Memories That Made Me Who I Am Today.