I GREW UP HERE Growing up in a small town in Dill City, Oklahoma, can really teach a person the importance of life, patience, and learning how everyone can help a stranger in need. To hearing about all of the popular buildings and hearing all about the people can make a person wish they can go back and experience it. Growing up and seeing the same buildings and same people everyday can be some of the best memories you can have especiallly in a town such as Dill City. Hearing all of the stories from your parents and grandparents about how there used to be a store on the corner of the street, and hearing how a fire had burned it down can make someone feel like they had missed a very important moment in the town. Having elders that live in town and hearing their stories about how my dad used to act can have them calling me little Russell. It seems that I am only known as little Russell to most people even to this day. Even with my dad telling them that I do have an actual name they always say "Russell you may not see it but we see you when you were his age and it makes us feel younge again." …show more content…
Since Dill City school is connected with Burns Flat the people around here love sports. Which is about what every small town is like with sports being the main hangout. With the Dil City Fire Department we are always having little cook outs to help raise money for the department so we can have better equipment. With a building that burned down in town can be the big news of the town and can be talked about for months and even years. There are still stories about fire, tornadoes or any other catastrophic moment from over forty years ago that happened in town. With a big fire that happened in town in early June, 2017, I can have a story about the town with my kids or
When you look back in time, remembering events that have happened, only the important and most significant moments stick with you. The memories may be slightly foggy, details and dates may be mixed but the main memory is always intact. When I look back at growing up in Jeffersonville, Indiana I have many of these memories. Jeffersonville is a city where not that much happens. Most people who live here go to the surrounding towns and cities, such as Clarksville, IN and Louisville KY to enjoy shopping, dining and entertainment so it was to our excitement when an artist installed a 20ft statue in the industrial area of our boring town.
Thesis: Growing up in a certain neighborhood doesn’t have to determine where you go in life.
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
As a kid going to southern Indiana for my family's weekend reunion in the middle of July seemed to be a stress-free heaven. Talking with family while eating all of the great food everyone made, and awesome fishing in the glistening pond served as a retreat from the textbooks, homework, and tests in school. Although I never did any reading, writing, or math at the reunion, I learned some of the most valuable lessons at that 50-acre property in the dog days of summer. My great uncle, who owned the pond, taught me the best fishing spots, my dad taught me how to set up a tent, and my uncle Vance taught me the great values of our family between old folk songs. It was from these stories that I developed a great sense of pride in my family.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
Growing up in my neighborhood was not hard or challenging at all, just because I live in an outer city area in NC which is more of a country setting where it was nothing but small businesses and fields. I am thankful to say I was blessed with great parents who raised me up in the church and both has great jobs and would have no problem getting whatever my siblings and I needed or wanted to have. My mom graduated college twice with both degrees from Southeastern Community College she was an LPN until I was around the age of twelve and then she went back for another degree and became an RN to get a better job and she currently is Unit Manager at Poplar Heights Nursing Center. For dad he did not attend college he did truck driving until I was around the age of five and then he owned his own construction job called, “Simple Fix”. He continued doing that for about four years and it was successful until workers started relocated so he stopped that job and now he currently is the supervisor over nuclear construction at Duke Power
As a child, I moved around most of my childhood. From the violent city of Compton, California to the upper middle class of Los Angeles, California, Then later to Elk City, Oklahoma.
Children who grow up in small towns often desire nothing more to leave the place they are confined to. Everything is remarkably mundane, strikingly predictable, and they yearn to feel the thrill of the unexpected that living in a city provides. However, there are key life lessons one can only experience in a small town. With just over 4000 inhabitants, one cannot make a trip to any store without meeting two, or ten, familiar faces. Constant interaction makes a person uncomfortably friendly. They are willing to talk to anyone sitting on a bus, waiting in line, or standing in a bathroom. In addition, these circumstances foster a trusting nature. In fact, there are few people in a small town that could not be trusted. Of course, the trust and friendliness allowed for a lot of freedom as a child. Parents never thought twice about allowing a child to venture out with friends or spend hours running around playing make-believe. Children have to supply their own entertainment, only increasing the independence they have. While they spend their lives wishing to get out of that town, they grow up to realize how it truly impacted the person they have
My childhood growing up in Kansas was like a whole other world compared to my life now. Kansas is where one goes to watch the wheat grow, not raise a family. No one could convince my dad otherwise though. Recently divorced and newly married, he brought his two children from his previous marriage, my brother and me, to Kansas to be with his young pregnant bride. There awaited a promising new job and a whole new life for us all.
When I think about how I became the person I am, all I can think about is where I am from; where my roots lie; what really has shaped me to the kind of person I am today; my hometown of Brownsville, Texas. Unlike every other city in Texas, the vibe that comes from my town cannot be compared to any other in the whole state, which is mainly due to the demographics. Less than 5% of all the population of Brownsville are non-Hispanic, and it is definitely not known for being a wealthiest city in Texas; which gave me a distinctive feel for the area and the people all around me.
My mother kept getting the cities confused. I remember being very excited to finally go with my father. We packed our clothes at night and woke up at three in the morning to head to Denton. The following morning my brother and I sat impatiently in the 18-wheeler trying to make time go by. He had seen on the news snow had fallen near Dallas which only made us more excited. And as anxious as we were to get there, we were also anxious to spend time with our father.
Small towns are looked down upon and criticized because they are small; however, they might be the best town of all. All of the people who reside there are thoughtful of one another, care for their neighbor, and their family. Small towns have good cultural values of what is considered good, desirable, and proper (Schaefer 2016:63). Residents feel like they are a part of something bigger than the town. People who grow up in small towns have better morals, give more athletic opportunities to children, and have a sense of community.
Living and growing up in a small town is better than doing so in a big city.
Growing up on a farm is different in many ways to growing up in the city. On a farm in the middle of nowhere so to say you don’t have close neighbors nor are you able to walk out your backdoor down the street and spend the afternoon with your friends. I went to a small country school that was full of kids just like me, we all got up and done chores before school and when we got home we finished up what needed to be done. Summers were full of hard work and that is what molded us into the adults that we are now however that meant that for the couple months that school was out we didn’t get to talk to or hang out with most of our friends. All of my sisters are a lot older than me and by the time I was five they were all out of our parents’ house;
I’ve finally made it. When you first land here the immediate difference is all around you whizzing around you creating a sense of life. It 's a sense that you rarely have in a small town it 's bigger I can’t quite obtain a hold of it. It moves fast all through the night and during the day. It peaks in all of my senses to create a brand new sense of the life of the city.