I was born in a small town…

Those of you who have lived or grew up in small towns will laugh when you read this. Those who didn’t will be in disbelief (well maybe not).

You can name everyone you graduated with. (Yep)

You know what 4-H means. (Member for a wee bit!)

You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. (Yep)

You used to “drag” Main. (Cruising actually…)

You knew in which section of the ditch you would find the beer your buyer dropped off. (Not me, I didn’t drink in High School)

It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.

The whole school went to the same party after graduation.

You didn’t give directions by street names but rather by references. “Turn by Nelson’s house, go 2 blocks to Anderson’s, and it’s 4 houses left of the track field.”

Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason. (Welcome to Cassadaga! Good thing the boy I liked worked at the gas station with the car wash!)

The town next to you was considered “trashy” or “snooty,” but was actually just like your town. (Nope, Fredonia was the snooty town, lucky me!)

Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference.

When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride.

Your teachers called you by your older siblings’ names. (Ah, I was the oldest!_

Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.

You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID.

The closest mall was over an hour away. (Erie, PA or Buffalo, NY!)

You’ve pee’d in a cornfield. (Shut up…of course I have…)

Most people went by a nickname.

You laughed your butt off reading this because you know it is nothing but the truth

I would like to add my own:

You entered something yearly in the county fair, be it rabbits to show, devils food cake or photography (I did all three!)

You can still go home and find at least 5 people you know when walking in the grocery store, bank or McDonalds usually parents of your friends from school.

Headlines in the local paper never cease to amuse “Local Tire Fire Seen for Miles” (And what was that one about boy who gets medal for cow again Shaggy?)

Schools closed for the first day of Deer Season is something you understand, I mean everyone will skip anyhow, right?

Snowy driveways meant nothing because your dad had a tractor and would get up at 4 am and plow out the neighborhood. Nothing like the early, early morning sounds of the tractor…SNOW DAY?

Most of the people in the county knows you because they bought rabbits from the “Clearview Rabbitry” (My family farm for years and years and years…ok, this one is personal)

Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?