By Kelsey Osterman /// November 14, 2013
Where I grew up being called a redneck was worn with pride. White trash is where we drew the line. Then we laughed when the niggers called us 'crackas'. Where we too broke to by sleds so we bought laundry baskets to go sledding. Where a campfire with beer went til 3-4 in the mornin. I miss them good ole days.