Growing Up In Small Town Pflugerville

America, in the early colonial years, was mostly country. Multitudes of people lived on farms, and few towns existed. As time has passed, America has innovated, and now millions of prodigious cities overpower the dwindling areas of the country. Because of the numerous towns, rarely any Americans have experienced the modest country life. Some individuals believe that the city is superior to the nation only by considering the conveniences that the city possesses. However, nearly all Americans have yet to realize the specialness of this country. It is an improved place to live in the city because it is peaceful, self sufficient, and beautiful.

When it comes to small towns people who haven’t lived in one tend to think that they are boring or bland. However a chat with some of the people who have always lived in a town of less than four-hundred people for their entire lives really paints a new picture. Donnie Moyer has lived outside of Terril, Iowa his entire life on a farm working for his father until his passing in which he took control of the property. When we discussed “How has the town change since you’ve lived here?” he responded with “It hasn’t change at all it's still the same place I grew up in.” Some see this as being bland but in today's age with all the technological change it is refreshing to see some are happy with their roots. Going on from that I asked him about his

Many people think that living in a small town can limit the perspective of one’s mind, leaving one to believe that hardly anything exists beyond the boards of one’s town. Enumclaw is a small town I love; everyone knows everyone, local grocery store you got to know the person that works there, small mountains, old parks, greens fields filled with cows. Growing up in Enumclaw was different there was not weekends spent at the mall, not too much going on in town, and not a lot of movement, everything in Enumclaw is slow and calm. The weekends would be consisted of getting up early to ride the tractor with your father and sit on his lap as if you were driving, quading, or hiking Mt.Peak. This town is where I call home and I love my home because its where I feel safe, happy and where grew a great connection to.

It’s not like there was plenty of opportunity for young people like myself. The county was very rural, and upon graduation from high school many graduates would be forced to move. My little town was economically depressed; thus, I knew I wasn’t leaving behind much. I was excited to be moving to Spokane, Washington because a fresh new start awaited me. For a small town boy such as myself, Spokane was a BIG city. The many lights and some “skyscrapers” gave me that feel of living in a big city. As my car approached Spokane, the city’s sunset greeted me with a warm, welcoming smile. This city’s bright orange, blue, yellow, sunset made me feel at

For many decades, living out the American dream has meant living in the suburbs, surrounded by a white picket fence, with two and a half children, far from the noisy city. However, many people claim that in a couple years, the suburbs will be no more, and everyone will commence the migration back to the city. In order to understand this debatable topic, it is important to explore the rise of suburbs and what caused people to move out miles away from their place of work and center city in the first place.

“You never understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird. When I was nine years old my family and I moved from Marshall, Texas to Harleton, Texas. Making this move had a significant impact on my childhood due to the fact that I was taken from the town I had spent the first nine years of my life in only to begin an entirely new life in another town I had never even been to. I was taken from my friends and family, and I was faced with having to adjust to a whole new world. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this move and the experiences I would have would shape my life and make me the person that I am today.

"Keep your eyes on the prize" , this quote is what I try to live my life by. Growing up in a small county like Grayson County is hard to live by such quote. Living in the county with the highest teenage pregnancy rate within all the counties of Kentucky, not only makes the residents look bad but makes the student body look terrible. Also having to attend a school where other students think it is okay to bully other students. I, personally have had a close friend to go through such things in her high school career. Another problem about growing up in a small county is, drugs. I can honestly say that over half of the class I will be graduating with in 2016, has done or is currently doing drugs. I hate seeing the people that I went to elementary

What about the area surrounding the city? That’s where I lived, in the suburbs. Back in 2005, when I was around seven years old, Cold Springs was seen to be empty. Most of the time all you could see were mountains and dirt; no community parks or franchises, one school and gas station for its 6,000 residents. It gave of the appearance of a old abandoned town which many people drove through without taking a second look, but it was much more that. The best part of where I lived is that my whole life, everything I loved, was on the same two streets. Black Bird Drive ran through Cold Springs like a backbone. It was the main road there and took you anywhere you needed to be in a short bike ride. Connected to that was Jacana Court. This is where I spent my first seven years of life. This is where my memories spilled over every grain of dirt. I broke my first bone on the school monkey bars here, I got addicted to banana Slurpees, met my first friend and got my nickname “cracker box” here. My home in Nevada was much more than just a house, it was everything surrounding it that made me fall in love every morning I stepped outside. Over the years, the pentimento of my existence were left, weaved between every house, trail, and

There are these spheres in which we live, vast bubbles bursting with culture and tradition that dictate untold aspects of our lives. In Prescott Valley, a fresh aroma drifts in the air, everyone knows everyone and the surrounding scenery is reminiscent of a quaint and homespun town. Yet, drive in any one direction and you’ll eventually find that nothing can be recognized, a separate creation, almost an entirely independent world. The thing about growing up in rural Arizona is that there are many admirable qualities but at the same time areas ridden with communal ills.

Just like indiana is called crossed roads of america. Greensburg as one interstate 74, and three highways 3, 46, and 421. That come from and head to important places in the wonderful state of Indiana. If someone would stop by Greensburg there's several places to eat, local restaurants and restaurants that have branches. The best local restaurant is downtown Greensburg on the square is Story’s. If someone eats at this wonderful restaurant someone can look out the huge clean window and look at the only court house with a tree on it. As a highschool student everyone hangs out couple times a week mainly on Fridays at the local Taco Bell.

To most outsiders, Clarksville seems to be dead because there is barely human activity. Streets in Clarksville are almost empty, houses seem to be abandoned, and there is nobody close to talk to. There is no recreational activity or place in which newcomers can spend his or her free time, and neither a place in which they can find a job; employment exchange is not available. Therefore, this town makes the atmosphere calm; the little amount of people looks very relaxed, there are no noises, no disturbances, and when a miracle exists and there is somebody outside, that person is always

I was born and raised in what I considered to be a gossip-rich amenity-poor town. Sure it has stunning snow-capped mountains that outline the city, but it felt as though they were closing in on me. Terrace lacks what I thought was so important: entertainment, shopping and mostly, privacy. I never saw the value in the experiences because I was busy thinking of all of the things I was missing out on. At times I hated this town that only offers one movie theatre with orange shag

6 years ago, when I came to the land of freedom and liberty, I was mesmerized about how well NYC is well-developed than in my home country, Bangladesh. As my family and I see those neon lights, and upstanding crowd of vehicles; I felt jolly due to a fact that, I was in an urban-like city. At first, my family and I used to live in Woodhaven Blvd. The private house feels cozy during those winter nights.

I was born in a large city West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This city made me who I am today. This place is very big many homes, schools, and people live in this city. The part of the city I live in is not the prettiest looking area, but it is home to me. Wake up every day to look outside to see how many kids outside player basketball at the courts across from my house or walking to the corner to see who at the playground; also going to the front door to see the abandoned house with lots of raccoons, squires, cats and birds coming in and out the empty windows during the day. Therefore, looking up the block you can see a single parent with many children on the porch because they have no electricity, they are making so much noise, however, their neighbors are arguing with them because they will not be quiet. It really early in the morning. Walking down the street you can see many drug dealers doing illegal activities like selling drugs and smoke marijuana, and so much other smelly things they are smoking. You smell and see dirty houses because homeless man are staying in the vacated house or empty lot with their creation of a home like a lot sheets, a shopping cart filled with lots of dirty junk and dirty and smelly clothes. A trash can by

I would have never thought that I would grow up to love the country life. I went from growing up in a big, busy, and hectic city, to a small, slow-paced, and simple town. I was so used to having neighbors, and walking and biking on a side-walk. Now I live on a gravel road with almost no neighbors. A change in environment really influences a person's personality. I now love the silence and hearing the birds chirp and coyete’s howl. The corn fields go on for miles and the sunsets are breathtaking.