I am a country girl livin' in the big city. I am most at ease by the Guadelupe or Medina River fishin'. I grew up in the middle of Nowhere Texas. There were no sirens, no stop signs, no sidewalks, no corner stores, no mall, no subdivision, no grocery store, no one close by. Neighbors were hectares away, and people were only seen at school, church, and monthly grocery shopping.
The night skies were iridescent with stars and gaseous nebulae you could see without a telescope. When not in school, days were spent wandering in the brush avoiding copperheads, spiders, and bobcats, and catching bob-white, minnows, tadpoles and frogs in the creeks that sprang up with the storms that crossed the Texas brush. In the summertime, spinning in the dust-devils that the wind created from the ground made of red sand and caliche, was a favorite pastime, as well as a dip in newly flooded culvert, stream or river to wash off the sand. Mesquite dotted the landscape with a live Oak here and there you could shinny up, becoming perfect cover, if avoiding parents who wanted you to come inside.
The stars are still bright in the Texas night skies, but, you have to leave the city to see them.