relaxing and remembering life "on the road"...

i turn on country music to relax before some days... it reminds me of some old friends,family who i deeply miss,and actually the Nevada desert,which i remember that i walked in and marveled at... people believe that i should not been "on the road" for a decade... i look at it this way:growing up i was very immature,sheltered(my opinion),really needed to grow up,and after some pain of being "on the road",i simply got used to it... i actually grew up "on the road",by traveling most days... staying away from major trouble,and just being by myself... the fact that i traveled most of the last seven years kept me safe and sane,and i got very good at reading people... only once was i in very serious trouble,and i was not traveling... i was very stupid in doing something,and it taught me a very valuable lesson(not to be so trusting,grow a set,and be a little tougher,meaner,and a little "Psycho Nut",when facing trouble)... funny thing is that very few people wanted to face me,when i went "Psycho Nut",and yet i also learned to avoid those people who were fearless and truly crazy... had a few people who fought me simply say to me that i was the toughest (person)* to fight,because i was simply crazy,and but again,i had some fights with some simply crazy people,who told me to simply "stay down",or else... those fights ended with that,period... *i can not repeat the word,starts with a f... well,back to what i am trying to say... the years that i spent "on the road" was enjoyable,if you know what i mean,because i met some people that were very memorable,but honestly,i dearly loved the places that i visited,either in car,or,literally,on foot... i wish that i could really relate the feelings that i would experience when walking in Rocky Mountain National Park,at 12,000 ft,and seeing some beautiful scenery,or walking out of Boise,Idaho on this two lane road,and seeing cows grazing,and realizing that people really forget to "stop and smell the roses",because it is literally next to I-84(you go about fifty yards,from an on-ramp,and you see cows grazing up on a hill,and with a white picket fence)... even seeing snow fall on the ground,during a blizzard,at the Grand Canyon,is a beautiful sight,and simply walking in the hot Nevada desert,in 105 degrees,outside Beatty,Nevada,was a real adventure... i even remember walking on the side of I-40,in Kingman Arizona,in 112 dry heat degrees,after almost dying from botulism,looking at some trees,and realizing that i was not even hot... i stared at the tree's leaves,a cloudless blue sky,and just loved life.... what scenery,and true sights to see,and to remember!!!!!