Have you ever formed an opinion on something and with time completely changed your mind? I know I have. Multiple times actually. I’ll be the first to admit that I sometimes jump to conclusions and form opinions without giving the subject the attention that it deserves before doing so. I like to think that as I get older and wiser I can learn from the past, others, and allow myself to change my mind.
That’s not as easy as it sounds come to find out. BUT it can be done.
Those that know me are aware that I have moved recently (just over a year ago). Before moving to the town we are in I just knew it as “the prison town”. True my mother grew up in Pinal County, AZ and my grandparents both had amazing jobs in the are while she was growing up. I made frequent trips to Casa Grande, Coolidge, and Eloy as a child. I also visited Florence but do not remember it as well as the others since it was “just passing through” or a “short visit”.
Over the years I came to know it as the “prison town” and that’s about it. I thought that the officers that worked at the prison all must hate the drive and that they surely didn’t live down here in such a small town filled with God knows what. Where that opinion came from I honestly can’t tell you. I wish I knew who helped form it and why so I could go back and tell them that we were wrong.
I would like to publically say that I WAS WRONG. The town is full of history, new development, community, camaraderie, and dare I say it, some of the best freaking cheese enchiladas I have ever eaten.