For twenty years of my life this little town was what we call our 'home town'. Small as it was it, it was always a busy little place. I can remember the Dime store where I used to spend what seemed like hours looking at the toys the Western Auto store where Mom and Dad got my first bike, the barber shop where I got my first hair cut. The car dealer ship where I got my first car...
I went back this weekend to visit my Mom, Dad, and brother. We went over to our little 'home town' to see the street fair. It's so sad to see the thing I grow up with slowly fading away. The drug store where we used to stop on Sunday afternoons to get a Coke along with everything else has now closed.
I regret my kids never had the chance to know the little town the way I did.
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