Personal Narrative: Family Traditions

I come from the backwoods. A small town where chaos use to reign. A place haunted by a 'No blacks past dark' past. A place that most people call a ‘godforsaken hellhole' or where the KKK started. That’s the place I call home. Waking up every morning to the revving of diesel trucks and fourwheelers. Staying up late hours of the night sippin' sweet tea on the front porch waiting to hear the hogs to get us some bacon for the morning. A town where everyone knows everyone is an understatement. If you get in trouble and think your going to hide it from your mama well you're plum out of luck. Chances are she knew 5 minutes after it happened along with the rest of the town from Mary beth (true story). The housewives craved for drama and fake eyelashes and the men well if they weren't at work then they are most likely at the deer lease. If you follow the smell of gas and smoke you'll find the young adults drinking, dancing, and hanging out around a bonfire that I guarantee is bigger than your house.
Growing up in a traditional town you get married young and start popping out kids. Most of the time you marry your high school sweetheart; go to the community college down the road and then have 3 kids and after 5 years you hate each other but we don't believe in divorce. I was different then most people in my town and I didn't want to get married or have children. I wanted to live my life and go off to college to get good degree. Sometimes I feel like I will always disappoint them since I never followed our traditions. I fear nothing I will never accomplish what is expected of me. I fear no one will ever want