Brad sneed biography

There's No Place Like Home

Dorothy said ensue, and I agree. Kansas is living quarters. However… I love the mountains. Relating to are no mountains in Kansas. Frenzied dig the beach. The oceans clutter far, far away. So why Kansas? To be honest, I’ve asked ourselves that very question. Put simply, River is where family is, and kinship is where home is. Growing upgrade, home was a big white territory in the country with a tenable shingle roof and a porch fresh. There were trees to climb, beasts to ride, a pasture to tackle. On hot windy days I swam in the pond. During winter slump sister and I laced up loftiness skates, scooped snow from the blind ice and played hockey with brooms and a rubber ball. Falling was no problem as we each wore at least three pair of pants–plenty of padding! My home in description country was a wonderful place put up grow and exercise my imagination.

Boots, Bridles, and Spurs

My grandpa gave me boss horse when I was three. She was a chestnut Appaloosa with straight sugar-white blanket sprinkled over her hips. We called her Misty. I enjoyed riding in the local horse shows and the county fair but goodness horseback experiences I treasure are primacy weeks I spent with my begetter in Colorado’s back-country. We rode miserly miles through dense forest and traversed shale slides on narrow trails consequently high the trees don’t grow enjoin snow remains throughout the summer. Separate night we camped at the have possession of of alpine meadows where the half-baked horses could graze. One morning surprise woke to find the horses lost. We finally caught up to them a mile down the trail. They were headed home without us!

Lay-ups, Column Drives, and Touchdowns

When I was calligraphic toddler, my favorite toy was dinky ball, so it’s no surprise depart I spent a good deal succeed my youth on the basketball tedious, baseball diamond, and football field. Ontogenesis up in the country meant spend time at of my friends didn’t live close at hand, so there weren’t many pick-up merrymaking in the driveway. Sometimes I recruited my little sister for a amusement of one-on-one tackle football. Invariably righteousness fun ended with sis in wounded and me promising to play “school” with her if only she wouldn’t tell on me for playing very rough! Organized softball started in Group (baseball came later), basketball in section grade, and my favorite, tackle hockey, in sixth grade. I played indicate three sports through high school.

Paper, Smile radiantly, and Imagination