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Originally Posted by Rochard
I hated where I grew up. It was in the middle of no place in rural New Jersey; The nearest shopping center was nearly an hour away. Nearest movie theatre was forty five minutes. I mean, there was just nothing there. Hometown had two banks, a family restaurant, a pizza place, a bagel place, a five and dime, and a grocery store. THAT'S IT. I couldn't wait to leave.
Now, as an adult, I would kill to live there. It was just so beautiful, such a slow pace, but you don't see that as a kid when your looking for excitement.
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I have to agree with that one. I grew up in a little town. Not as small as you, but the town I lived in had about 2,000 people. 2 grocery stores, a few banks etc. It was one of those places where no matter where you went you ran into people you knew. As a kid you could hardly get away with anything because everywhere you went people knew who you were and who your parents were. I couldn't wait to leave. I moved to Los Angeles for a while, lived in Portland for a while and got sick of it. I ended up moving back to a small town about 5 years ago and it was the best thing I ever did.