By Mari Pothier | firstname.lastname@example.org
I still remember the day my mom and dad told me we were moving to Brooksville. I thought to myself, “Brooksville? Why Brooksville? There is nothing there.” After having lived in Tampa for five years the thought of moving to a rural community was a weird blend of nerves and curiosity. Everyone says that people who live in the “country” are nice folks who make an honest living and I thought, well, it should be nice living among the kind hearted country souls of Brooksville. At least that was what I was banking on, but of course I was wrong…very wrong.