Not everyone feels like they have been cursed growing up in a small town. Probably only me. Most people rejoice in the low crime levels, knowing your neighbors, or the small lines at the grocery store. I don't. At least my "small town" anyways. It was more a curse, nothing to rejoice in my life.
This isn't a sob story. It's not a hate letter to my "small town." It's about growing up and finding yourself. About why my "small town" made me into the person I am today, regardless of how much I hated it back then.
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