Everyone has that ‘one’ person. The one that moves them, the one you follow for years – whether it’s a movie star, a chef or a singer…
Garth Brooks has been my ‘one person’ since the first time I saw him in concert – way back in 1990-ish in Gainesville, Florida. I was in the seventh grade. I remember the day so well that I even remember what I was wearing – my cowboy boots, jeans and my favorite red ruffled shirt.
Fast forward to 1992, it was the day before my fourteenth birthday in Orlando, Florida. My parents won a radio contest for Garth Brooks meet/greet passes. As I tried to choke back the tears, I was able to sit down and tell him why I loved his music.
It was a dream come true – and the local news even came out to my house for an interview. Really – here’s proof —
Some think I’m crazy, but Garth is my thing. I’ve grown up with his music and his songs have been a part of my life. Certain songs define times in my life (more on that for another day) and seeing him again in concert is something I’ve been dreaming about these past four years.
I’ll be counting down the days…
Who is your ‘one person’?