I remember me and my mom walking to the back pens and checking out the stock. We would discuss which one we hoped I would draw. I remember one time mom picked one out cause it matched my hair. Yes, it was serious business!
I dined on arena dirt most times. No need for frito pies, I was full of sand. I think they had to drag the arena after one of my rides cause I dug a ditch with my head.
My roughy days were short lived however. Once I got old enough to advance to the next level, steers, I decided to hang up my bull rope. I wasn't much for horns!