I grew up in an itty bitty tiny community. I loved it. I had 55 people in my graduating class and a large percentage of them I had known since Kindergarten. I hung out with the same group of friends all growing up K-10... then we all started to drift apart and do our own thing. I don't keep in contact with all but 2 of them and it is very brief. Its funny how you spend the majority of your life with someone, they help you develop who you are completely, and you never imagine that you would drift apart and not be friends anymore. Luckily through Facebook I can stalk some of them and see they are still doing well, but it is not the same thing. I enjoy looking at all of their little babies, seeing their wedding photos, and actually find out what career paths they have chosen. Its interesting to me because hardly any of them have turned out to be what they planned on being all growing up.
I often also wonder if they look at my pages and think the same things I do, and are just as curious about them as I am. Truly, each of them in their own way I grew up loving and caring about. Some especially more than others. I am glad to see when they are doing well and happy. It makes me sad when I can't track each of them down. There are of course those who purposely remain hidden. I honestly think it is so silly.
I grew up in a farm town. Literally there was nothing surrounding us but sagebrush, a river with a few dams, a couple other small towns being at least 45 minutes away, (20 if you went as fast as I did on some roads). Honestly, small towns usually only have one cop on duty. There was a 20 mile road it was habit to ALWAYS go over a hundred on just because there was nothing to look at but sagebrush, and desert hills. You had to get there as quickly as possible, it was so boring! As an adult... I KNOW NOW... NOT A SAFE and SMART choice. But... we all know, when you are young you don't think anything will happen to you. That you are ok to just do whatever is the most convenient for you. It's later on, when the habits catch up and you pay close to, if not more than a couple thousand in speeding tickets. How easy it becomes and how unimportant it gets to go somewhere quickly.
On that note, I am starting to think that is why old people (that shouldn't really be driving anyway), go so slow. Think about it... when you are 5... fifteen minutes seems like an eternity. When you get in college, 15 minutes! is not enough time to finish before you have to hand it in, when you are done with college, 15 minutes early, is on time to a job interview, ... point being, the older we get the shorter 15 minutes becomes. Therefore... when you get in your 75-90 range... 15 minutes is like 3 seconds! Therefore they are not in a hurry at all!!!
I often also wonder if they look at my pages and think the same things I do, and are just as curious about them as I am. Truly, each of them in their own way I grew up loving and caring about. Some especially more than others. I am glad to see when they are doing well and happy. It makes me sad when I can't track each of them down. There are of course those who purposely remain hidden. I honestly think it is so silly.
I grew up in a farm town. Literally there was nothing surrounding us but sagebrush, a river with a few dams, a couple other small towns being at least 45 minutes away, (20 if you went as fast as I did on some roads). Honestly, small towns usually only have one cop on duty. There was a 20 mile road it was habit to ALWAYS go over a hundred on just because there was nothing to look at but sagebrush, and desert hills. You had to get there as quickly as possible, it was so boring! As an adult... I KNOW NOW... NOT A SAFE and SMART choice. But... we all know, when you are young you don't think anything will happen to you. That you are ok to just do whatever is the most convenient for you. It's later on, when the habits catch up and you pay close to, if not more than a couple thousand in speeding tickets. How easy it becomes and how unimportant it gets to go somewhere quickly.
On that note, I am starting to think that is why old people (that shouldn't really be driving anyway), go so slow. Think about it... when you are 5... fifteen minutes seems like an eternity. When you get in college, 15 minutes! is not enough time to finish before you have to hand it in, when you are done with college, 15 minutes early, is on time to a job interview, ... point being, the older we get the shorter 15 minutes becomes. Therefore... when you get in your 75-90 range... 15 minutes is like 3 seconds! Therefore they are not in a hurry at all!!!
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