Once in a while I go over to
visit some of my family that lives in a small town about an hour away from
where I live. I have been going there
ever since I was little and it has always amazed me. When people say that in small towns there are
no secrets and that everyone knows everyone, well, I guess that it’s true. When I would go in town with my family, it
seemed so astonishing to me, especially when I was younger, that people would
walk up to my uncle or aunt and ask how other members of the family had been
doing (mentioning them by name), and then my aunt or uncle would do
likewise. This happened a lot. We would walk in a store and a person working
there or perhaps another customer would see us, or perhaps we would see him or
her first, and a whole new conversation would begin. It boggled my mind how the town was such a
close-knit community. “Are there any
people here”, I thought, “that don’t know one another?” Also notable, perhaps tying in with the
personal connections is that the people seemed really friendly. I live outside a small to moderate size city
where life is much less personal. Some
people that you pass are a bit rude, workers may be impartial, and if you wait
two seconds before turning on a green light then you most likely will get honked
at, perhaps with a middle finger. This
is definitely not the case where my family lives. Even though it is only about an hour’s drive
away, the people in general are much more polite, the workers all seem
cooperative and friendly, and horns might as well be non-existent. It is difficult to explain, but the town had
its own feel to it. People there are
kind and welcoming. I really enjoy going
to visit. One just has to make sure that
he or she is not going over the speed limit or breaking any other traffic
violations, otherwise his or her name will be put in that week’s paper.
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