My Childhood Neigborhood from The Writers Workshop

Mama Kat & The Writers Workshop.
Your childhood neighborhood.

I grew up in the most gorgeous place ever.

Springdale, Utah, just outside Zion National Park. I was born there. There wasn't much to do for a kid. Lots to do for a tourist. Swimming, shopping, and hiking that would take your breath away. But for a kid, not much.

We used to sneak up to the camp grounds in the middle of the night and switch all the ice chests around different camp sites. It was never any secret, everyone knew it was the local kids. We all did it.

Then we moved to a small town 10 miles away called Virgin Utah.

Yes. Virgin. That's the name. They sold T-shirts at the town post office that stated, Virgin Utah. I Didn't Say I Was One, I Said I Live There

Not quite as classy.That new Toby Keith Song is coming to my mind... Minus the Blonde washing her car. Cheesy Toby, really. That never happened in my neighborhood.

I lived there for about five years, then we moved back to Springdale.

My parents owned this restaurant for awhile.

They made a killing. All the locals loved us. Were were talked about everywhere. True story. I worked my trash off for like, 15 years.

Then they sold it and blew all my inheritance.

I. Am. Not. Bitter. Really.

I had fun as a kid. Lots of Horseback riding, river playing, four wheelers, and the occasional 45 minute drive to where I thought there was really something to do.

Dance halls, malls, and movie theaters. My hometown didn't have any of that.

Sheesh. I had it so rough!