Mooing It Up (art/walk print)

Once upon a time, I lived in a house in Nixa. I know, I know, completely unsettling and it cannot be true! Let me just tell you, it is a hundred percent fact. Anyways, the house was not that big – but to me, a single-digit-er, it might as well have been a mansion.

I do not remember much of this house; I remember that I had a cat, and I would pull its tail as I drug it through the house. We got said cat from our neighbor, who owned the property we lived on, and there was a fenced in field directly behind our house. Living inside this field were cows that would sometimes come up to the fence to graze. For some reason or another, I absolutely adored them.

My younger sister had this nickname, Robin Bird, and I was jealous and decided that I wanted one too. And so, I became: Beth Cow.

Looking back on it, I shudder. I can just imagine myself running around, mooing at people (which is weird in of itself), and eating everything (because I was a fat child, always eating). I know better now, though. At that point in time, I thought that I was the coolest little kid out there. I mean, who else was named after a cow? No one, I was convinced. I was the only one.

I am not quite sure when I stopped going by the awful nickname, but I am glad I did. It will probably always be a funny reminder of my childhood, and something that makes me laugh whenever I think about it, even if it’s one of those I-can-not-believe-I-did-that laughs.