A Love Letter to Fairbury Red Hot Dogs
Going to college in less than a month out of state has me reminiscing about high school. The stress, the excitement, the loneliness, and the happiness. I think of my freshman year where I was broke and most of my dinners were mac and cheese with cut up hot dogs. I think of being able to hang out with my nana that whole year.
I think of my junior and senior year being in One Act and eating as many red Fairbury hot dogs as I could to handle the stress of performing.
I think of speech and sitting on the bleachers with my friends either laughing or crying with a red hot dog in my hand.
I think of being in my favorite teacher's classroom after school either for speech practice or just to keep her company, and me skipping down the hall when she would tell me that concession stands were open and to go get myself a red hot dog, probably to get me out of her room.
I think of graduating and being at my party eating red hot dogs with friends knowing everything was about to change.
I’m going off to college soon, and I know that I’ll never be on stage with that group of people.
I’ll never be on those bleachers again.
I’ll never get to experience those things again.
But I know that each time I come back that a red hot dog will be waiting for me.