Small towns

I grew up in a small town like that. Still live there, but it's no longer the same. :(


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i had a good friend that used to drive his tractor into town for two-a-days.he took it to prom too. somebody eles took an atv and there was a semi too. i didnt think we were that small of a town but after reading that it kinda seems that way.
 
An iconic Aussie band (Cold Chisel) did a song called "Flame Trees" about going back to the small town you grew up in....it has reduced a few drunks to tears around the pub let me tell you.... ;) :)
 
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I definitely resemble that.

Modesto, CA. Everything on that list except the smoking ... I never got into that.
 
Sounds familiar.
Where I went to high school, we had "deer day". First day of shotgun season was a holiday. Seriously.
Another one would be:
Got out of a speeding ticket because you were buddies with the officer's son.
 
That hit home. In high school after lunch everyone with a car would drive around the block where our football field was until the last minute before class began again. We had a mandatory "AG"riculture class also where we watched some snippin' and de-horning that would probably create a lawsuit in many towns in today's world due to the "graphic nature"
 
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And there is always at least one guy that is just not right in the head riding an old bicycle with a big basket on the front of it around town every day during the Summer, no, it wasn't me....:(
 
Dang Stinky, that hits home for me. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi that had only one traffic light.

To expand on number 9 - you knew which side of the ditch was a dry county and which side was in a wet county. LOL. Oh the memories.
 
I was just listening to this and remembered this thread.

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[video=youtube;ILd1O44BDqc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILd1O44BDqc[/video] Flame Trees... :)
 
We had 1 traffic light, I once got in trouble for giving someone the finger within 20 minutes of doing it and there was nothing open after 6pm but our 1 vending machine!
 
During dove season we all had our shotguns in our trucks in the High School parking lot, on the gun rack (of course)... and a cooler of beer in the bed.


Everyone knew... and no one cared.




There were no school shootings back then. Only a bloody nose or two and maybe some hurt feelings... and then we shook hands.


Not sure if times have changed, or if we have...





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I spent a few years in a small-town farming community during high school. In science class we did the experiment where we cut small slivers of Sodium and Potassium and put it in water resulting in a volatile reaction.

Being teenage boys we procured a few of the large rods of those elements and one night we ran through town and threw it into fish ponds and fountains, even right in front of the police station. Those large chunks made some pretty loud bangs if I recall correctly. There was a lot of unrest in South Africa in those years so that type of thing did not go unnoticed by the authorities.

The downside of being in a small town was that it was not hard to figure out whodunnit. We never knew whether we were spotted or just by reputation, but the Security Police showed up at the school the next day and we were called, by name, into the principal's office.

The upside of being in a small town was that after the cops scared the daylights out of us, it was understood to just be teenage shenanigans and left at that. All we had to do was return whatever Ka and Na we had left and promise not to do it again.

One of the boys in our group had the remainder of the stuff but decided that it would be best to just bury it in his backyard. His elder sister was dating a local cop (not from the Security Police) and we all knew the cop well so we hatched a devious plot....

The cop arrived at our friend's house as he did everyday but this time he was not there to see his girlfriend. He "arrested" our friend saying that someone had tipped them off about the buried elements. He apologized that it had to be him that made the arrest but he had to follow orders. He took our friend to the police station and locked him up and explained the gravity of the situation as a Security related matter.

We went to the station and played along and spoke to our incarcerated friend through the bars. He was really scared - his father was the town Postmaster, well known and well respected in the community and the church.

Eventually the cop came in, opened the cell door and told him he had been setup. We all cracked up laughing but we had to start running really quick when he came out of that cell and came after us.

Small towns are great, or at least they were in simpler times.
 
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Live in a small town? That's where we went to buy "guanner".

And if you know what "guannner" is, yeah, you are an old fart who lived in or near a southern small town.
 
You just described my home town and its hasnt change in the 50 years i've been around,eccept no cops.the count'ies sherffs dept was station about 40 min away we see one maybe once a week back in the day.now maybe 3 time a week now,,
 
"When you got busted for underage drinking ... The Cop knew your parents and you pleaded with him to take you to jail ....for protection...."

"people who live in the city were called city slickers and they really were not all that smart. There was no way they could find wild strawberry's or honey without going to a store"

""milk, cookies and bread were homemade - that other stuff was called "store bought" -- and I thought it to be very exotic


And my hometown was not that small (100,000) but my parents lived there all their lives and my dad was elected to the county board several times. So at times that was waaaay too small - And yes - when busted for underage beer and the cop asked if I was Lowells son I pleaded with him to take me to jail or shoot me right there....It would be more humane.
 
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Those who grew up in small towns will laugh when they read this.

Those who didn't will be in disbelief and won't understand how true it is.
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This was awesome! I laughed! My wife probably won't get it (she grew up in NYC) and thinks that everywhere should be like here ;) I disagree with her totally!!!
 
This list has just about summed up my life. I live outside of a town where the population counts the town and the surrounding area, we are up to 1200!

Skipp said:
born and raised in a town of 600 in the Texas panhandle and couldnt be happier!
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Where are at Skipp?

Leatherman, My mom grew up in Pampa and White Deer is where I get my deer processed.
 
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