My Beautiful Town
My home town is Granby, CO. I grew up there. There was no book store, there was no video game store, and when I was little there were no coffee shops (that I was aware of). A lot of Grand County business is real estate, seasonal jobs, etc. In middle school I learned how to downhill ski, so I did that for a while on Mondays (school was only Tuesday through Friday) when it was like $5 for kids. Yes, $5 for ski equipment rental and passes. Awesome.
I don’t ski anymore, except when I went to the Shining Stars Foundation’s ski event in Aspen, but that’s another story.
Anyways, I’ve been a city boy at heart ever since I was small. I lived on a ranch where we raised swine and sheep (and chickens). I raised sheep and swine since I was 9 years old ’til I was about 17-18 I believe. Maybe 16. This is what it looked like:
It wasn’t that I hated every minute of it, it just wasn’t my thing. It really wasn’t. I mean, it was a great experience to have to do all those things and work. Built character, and when I look back on it now, I was kind of a pill. However, like I said, it just wasn’t my thing.
My thing was programming computers, reading books, writing stories, and designing computer games. I used to fill notebooks with game ideas and designs when I was younger. When we went on a long bus ride for school, all I’d bring was a notebook because I could entertain myself for hours either talking with my friends, or writing my ideas down on paper.
I learned how to program computers when I taught myself at the tender age of seven, and when I played my first video game (Super Mario Brothers on Nintendo Entertainment System) it was a life changing experience. Here I could create a whole world that another person could explore. Been a passion of mine ever since.
You can see that that didn’t leave much room for physical, hard labor like shoveling pig shit, castrations, shearing, and all that.
That’s why eventually I moved to Fort Collins. Actually, I moved in with Maus after only knowing him for three months in Westminster. Then I moved to Lafayette, then Arvada, and then Fort Collins… but that’s another story for another time.
I love Fort Collins, ever since I moved here it’s been my town. Although there are not as many curries here in Fort Collins as there are in Denver and its suburbs, it’s still pretty cool. I don’t have many friends anyway. I thought I’d post a few pictures that I took the yesterday when Maus and I walked around town waiting for the dinner to marinate. I’ll be sharing cool photos from around Fort Collins sometimes.