There are two kinds of people in this world; those that love living in a big city, and those that love living in a small town. I am one of the people that loved living in a small town. I was born and raised living in a tiny town, and that’s how I always want to live.

I loved everything about living in a small town. When I was younger, I spent every long summer day walking around town with my neighbors and best friends. We spent our days hopping in and out of neighbors’ pools, walking to the ice cream stand to get twist cones, the park to swing, and then the gas station for Gatorade and sunflower seeds. We would ride our bikes on the trail and down to the local pizza place. Everything we wanted to do was within a ten minute walk and along the way we would say hello to everyone we saw. All of my neighbors were so close and that made the whole neighborhood feel like a family. Going to each other’s parties and all trick or treating together on very Halloween.

City living has its perks, but all of that hustle and bustle was never for me. I loved having a big back yard and playing kickball in the street with all of my friends. I loved spending nights with my window wide open and hearing the sounds of birds and dogs and crickets. I loved getting off the school bus at the end of the day and walking up the street with my friends, and getting together on snow days for movie marathons and sled races with my neighbors.

Though the town I lived in was small, the memories were abundant and the hearts within it were big and full.