If The Dust Ain T Trying Summary
An Autobiography by Kinsey DeVine
“If the dust ain’t flying, you ain’t trying”, author unknown for sure, but I associate it with nine year old, barrel racing phenomenon, Chayni Chamberlin. If my mom would have heard that saying eleven years ago, she probably would have said that saying could apply to every aspect of my life. Whether it’s on horses or not, it captures the essence of giving my all in everything I do, including trying to come into this world. Eleven years ago on February 7, 2006 in Fredericksburg, Virginia, a baby girl was born. After twenty-four hours of labor with no luck, I had to be taken via cesarean section. As the story is told, the first thing my dad said to my mom was, “She has red hair!”. And so the story begins, the story of me. I was born on a cold day, three days before my mom's birthday. When I was born, I was taken to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), because my mom had a fever when I was born and I was unable to regulate my body temperature. After three days, my family was able to bring me home. My grandma was there and she was able to stay with us and help my mom for the next 3 to 4 months. Life as the baby, Kinsey Grace started to unfold; luckily it was Kinsey Grace, not Presley Jean, Rayce , Riley, or Madison. …show more content…
I wore a pretty purple dress with a white collar, and we celebrated my birthday at home in Fredericksburg, Virginia. This party celebrated my birthday, but also gave us the chance to say farewell to some of our friends because we were moving to South Carolina. I received a “Princess House“ for a present. Princess...that is what I wanted to be. Everything I did revolved around being frilly, wearing dresses, and plastic high heels! I visited my grandparents and stayed with them in Georgia for a week and we had good times riding the mule, fishing, and gathering the eggs from the
“If the dust ain’t flying, you ain’t trying”, author unknown for sure, but I associate it with nine year old, barrel racing phenomenon, Chayni Chamberlin. If my mom would have heard that saying eleven years ago, she probably would have said that saying could apply to every aspect of my life. Whether it’s on horses or not, it captures the essence of giving my all in everything I do, including trying to come into this world. Eleven years ago on February 7, 2006 in Fredericksburg, Virginia, a baby girl was born. After twenty-four hours of labor with no luck, I had to be taken via cesarean section. As the story is told, the first thing my dad said to my mom was, “She has red hair!”. And so the story begins, the story of me. I was born on a cold day, three days before my mom's birthday. When I was born, I was taken to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), because my mom had a fever when I was born and I was unable to regulate my body temperature. After three days, my family was able to bring me home. My grandma was there and she was able to stay with us and help my mom for the next 3 to 4 months. Life as the baby, Kinsey Grace started to unfold; luckily it was Kinsey Grace, not Presley Jean, Rayce , Riley, or Madison. …show more content…
I wore a pretty purple dress with a white collar, and we celebrated my birthday at home in Fredericksburg, Virginia. This party celebrated my birthday, but also gave us the chance to say farewell to some of our friends because we were moving to South Carolina. I received a “Princess House“ for a present. Princess...that is what I wanted to be. Everything I did revolved around being frilly, wearing dresses, and plastic high heels! I visited my grandparents and stayed with them in Georgia for a week and we had good times riding the mule, fishing, and gathering the eggs from the