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If you grew up in a little town in the US, you might find this amusing. (But then again, you might not!)

You can name everyone that was in your graduating class at high school.

You know what 4-H means.

You went to parties in a pasture, at a gravel pit, a quarry or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because they had scratches all over their legs from running through the bushes to get away when the party got busted by adults or cops.

You used to "drag" Main St.

You scheduled parties around the schedules of different local police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't.

You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew you and knew how old you really were.

You knew which section of which ditch along which country road where your beer buyer dropped your beer purchases for you.

It was considered cool to date someone from a neighboring small town.

The whole school went to the same party after graduation.

You didn't give directions by street names, but rather by references: turn right at Nelsons's house, go 2 blocks to Andersons', and it's four houses on the back side of the track field.

The golf course only had 9 holes

You couldn't help but date someone's ex-girlfriend/boyfriend.

Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads and you'll never own a dark-colored vehicle for this reason.

The town next to you was considered "trashy" or "snooty" but was actually just like your hometown.

You referred to anyone with a house built after 1965 as the "rich people."

The people from the big city dressed "funny" and then you picked up the trend 2 yrs. later.

Anyone you wanted to find could be found at the local gas station or the town bar.

You saw at least one friend a week driving a grain truck to school or a tractor through town on their way to the grain elevator.

The gym teacher suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.

Directions were given as using THE only stop light in town as a reference point.

When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask you if you needed a ride.

Your teachers called you by your olders sibling's names.

Your teachers remembered teaching your parents.

You could write a check or charge at any local store without an ID.

The closest McDonals was 25 miles away.

It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a lawn mower.

You took a pee in a cornfield.

Most people had a really stupid nickname.

I'm a city boy, but from an extended clan of country folk. These ring true.:wah:

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Wow those all ring true. Espicially these

You went to parties in a pasture, at a gravel pit, a quarry or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because they had scratches all over their legs from running through the bushes to get away when the party got busted by adults or cops.

You used to "drag" Main St.

You scheduled parties around the schedules of different local police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't.

You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew you and knew how old you really were.

You knew which section of which ditch along which country road where your beer buyer dropped your beer purchases for you.

That is not funnt.

I'm with Adam...even though we lived "in the city," we had "country" relatives and I remember visiting and being greeted by name, by people I'd never met! It's an innocent time gone by, I'm afraid.

jbbarker1947 wrote: That is not funnt.
why, cuz it's true??

I just moved out of a town in Wyoming where people did all of that. And, driving down the street, everybody waves at you. It took some getting used to to not grab my keys and lock the car when I got out.

Last year when our porch caved in 53 of our dogs were killed..:wah:

Is this turning into a "YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK" thread? :wah: 'caise we mowed our lawn last week and found five cars!

Lulu2 wrote: Is this turning into a "YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK" thread? :wah: 'caise we mowed our lawn last week and found five cars!


I resemble that remark madame..:yh_wink

And our family tree doesn't fork!

Lulu2 wrote: And our family tree doesn't fork!


Ah your familiy must also reproduce by agamogenesis, I thought that only occured here in North Carolina and West Virginia..:yh_alien

My father's people are all over the Carolinas, Virginia and Florida.

We actually picked up paw paws and put them in our pockets

We sang "Eating Goober Peas" while eating goober peas

The melody to "A Tisket A Tasket" was a song long before Mr. Clean

We sang "Found a Peanut" while bent over picking up pecans

Rural American has statues of things like the boll weevil and yellow jackets and ants rather than the founding fathers because they are more significant

You were always told, "I knew you when you weren't knee high to a grasshopper". (I always wondered how someone that old could see something that small without stepping on it)

There was an egg lady that delivered eggs to your house on a regular basis just like the milk man

There was a man and his wife who drove around in a pickup truck selling vegetables out of the back and they were freshly picked that day

Everyone sat on their front porch and shelled peas and beans and if you went to visit someone, there was always an extra bowl so you could sit and shell while you talked



Of course, none of this happened to me, I'm much too young :wah:

No. . . . really, I'm serious.

("Where oh where is pretty little Nellie? ..... 'Way down yonder in the paw paw patch! Pickin' up paw paws, puttin' 'em in a basket,......"):)