A cool, crisp autumn night. Leaves blowing in the wind. The high school football game. Cheerleaders on the sidelines. The band marching at halftime. Drums loud and clear. Celebratory cheering as the home team won. A trip to Sonic on the way home. Small town life is grand.
The normalcy of these evening makes me sigh with content. I love my daughter  so much and considering my beginnings , cannot believe we have made it here.
I was not born in a small town. I was born in Miami. By the time I graduated, I had gone to 22 different schools. My dad would come home from work and say load it up, we are moving. Never getting to say good bye.We moved under the cover of darkness. Always wondering if my dad was a criminal or in the witness protection plan. Later on we figured out he was just nuts. 
My daughter has had the same friends since kindergarten. We run into her 1st grade teacher at Wal-Mart. When she had a seizure at school earlier this year, the school nurse ( her daughter is a friend of my daughter's) went to the hospital with her. I know my daughter's friend's parents. Things I never had growing up.
I've lived here for 30 years. God it's good to be home.
I Was Born in a Small Town
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