My Journey With Western Wear

was a little kid, I wanted to be a cowboy morea cowboy and come to school without being
than anything else in the whole wide world. Thatmade to go back in and change.
seemed like the absolute ultimate in things youOf course, the reality of actually being a cowboy
could grow up to become. This theory wasis something very different. I spent a summer
proven to me time and time again when I wouldout west on a ranch when I was sixteen, and
watch westerns on TVs. There were good guysboy did my bubble burst. Cowboying was hard
and bad guys, and the good guys almost alwayswork, and I wasn't even getting to do anything
won. The men were manly and strong, and thecool. Sure, I could watch the guys breaking in
women were pretty and well worth saving (fromhorses or herding cattle, but I sure wasn't allowed
the bad guys who captured them, obviously).to do any of that myself. Instead, I spent most
They too seemed to be able to handle more, doof my time mucking out stalls, carrying heavy
more, than anything that we were asked to do inthings (buckets of water, bales of hay) from one
suburbia.place to another and other chores of drudgery. It
Of course, the fact that this lifestyle cameseemed that the things I thought were cool were
complete with western wear and cowboy bootsactually too dangerous for me, and I didn't have
was a big draw as well. I had been a cowboy forthe requisite skill set anyway. I tried to apply
every single Halloween event I had ever been to,myself, thinking it would get better, but even
and liked to adopt as much western apparel as Igetting up every day and putting on western
could into my daily life as well. I convinced mywear wasn't enough for me anymore.
parents to buy me a pair of cowboy boots everyAfter that, I decided that being an urban cowboy
time I grew out of my old ones, and always triedwould be much better. I'd had the ranch
to buy the most western-looking shirts I couldexperience, so I wasn't losing face with any of
find. When my mom was out of town and it wasmy friends, and I could keep on dressing in the
my dad taking us to school, I would even mix andone style that always made me happy. In the
match from some of my cowboy costumes. Heend, I'm really glad that western apparel- cowboy
never really gave it much thought, but all the kidsboots especially- have become a style that
at school always knew right away that I wasanybody can wear, any time, anywhere.
really something different- being able to dress like