…I went to Silver Dollar City and quietly watched the performers with the elderly crowd. While audibly mocking the sparkly outfits and vests the performers wore as well as the twangy sounds their voices and instruments alike made to my friends, I secretly wondered if something was wrong with me. I already knew from experience that I hadn’t the cool-factor the other kids seem to have in abundance, but to add to that a secret love of the horrible music? I was chagrined. and I secretly watched, complaining I was tired to avoid going on a ride so I could finish watching a show. My favorite was when children performed. They’d be dancing around playing their instruments and I wished I’d been brought up in a hippie commune. That was where I thought most of these people came from. or geeky home school-ers who liked to dress up like the old west. for some reason it escaped me that they may be wearing costumes. I was so judgmental in my youth-
“When ever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me “just remember that all the people in this world hadn’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
-quotes taken from the 1st chapter of The Great Gatsby