County Fair – part three

For the fair, I got a brand new pink cowgirl shirt. It had a 3-inch fringe that pointed to a V just above the two snap down pockets on either side. The buttons were pearl white with a ring of silver that went all the way down the front and a double wide cuff with two of the same beautiful snaps at my wrist. When I walked, the fringe in the front and back would stylishly bounce up and down, brand new boots with diamonds and pointed toes. If that wasn’t cool enough, I thought excitedly, for the first time in my entire life I got to wear pants like the boys! I didn’t look any different than everyone else. I never felt so amazing in my life.

I suddenly remembered I had left my hat in the cab of the truck! Or had I left it home? I began to panic. This couldn’t be complete without that beautiful pink cowgirl hat with a band around and a feather sticking out the side of the band. I didn’t mean to turn off my ears I just couldn’t waste any time.

“Oh God please let my hat be in the truck!”

Jumping up on the side railing of my Dad’s new King cab truck,  I was in such a panic I nearly fell since. I swung the door of the truck as it flew open. I forgot I was told not to swing on the door, but right now my one thought was my hat.

My heart sunk down to my tummy as I felt myself about to cry. There was no pink hat in the back seat. It wasn’t in the front either. I sat back,  sulking in my disappointment.

Just then our station wagon pulled up to the side of the truck and my Little brother, grinning from ear to ear, was waving my beautiful pink hat. Thinking everything was perfect as I smugly placed my hat on the top of my head like a princess puts on her tiara.

“There! I look like a rodeo Princess,” I voiced out loud.

Following my brother, as he led me to where the pigs were getting settled. I was so happy, today was my day!

About Sarah

The Compelling story of a young woman's courage, being born, raised and married in the sheltered dictatorship of FLDS Cult under the leadership and rule of Warren Jeffs. At eighteen I entered into an arranged marriage and happily fell in love with the love of my life. Richard S Allred was grandson and personal bodyguard to leader Rulon Jeffs and later Warren Jeffs. I lived my full married life in close surveillance of “the Prophets” family. I being the first of five wives, learned how to open my heart, arms, and home. A mother of six and wife of fourteen years, I lived for my family and lived wholeheartedly my religion. As the Leadership adjusted our world would be turned upside down and shaken. My Husband was a founder of the different secrets that were transpiring that people would only hear about years later. My children continually were kept from me and finally ripped away and I was "sent away" forever Being cast out, thrown into a world I was taught to abhor and fear my entire life. Entirely stripped of everything, home, family, friends, seemingly my very existence. Through adversity, I found strength within. I found my voice taking power, and learning my true potential. Fighting for my kids, going against everything I once knew and loved. Now thirty-six and a single mom of seven beautiful children I fight to give them a new life becoming strong and independent in this modern world.
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