On the 4th of July we went to Aunt P and Uncle R's home town (which happens to be the same small town that I lived in until my parents divorced) to celebrate our country's Independence Day.
(If you have not read the blog Who Said We Cheated, you must)
After the parade was over there were all these kids on their bikes, four wheelers and motorcycles having a blast just riding all over main street that was closed down for the games that were to follow the parade.
I looked at those kids acting like a bunch of.......well, kids.
I looked at my kids who were acting like they were on the brink of death due to the heat and humidity of the day.
I wished that my children could have grown up in that small town and was running around acting like a group of recently set free caged animals.
Rather than worrying about who is going to text next on the cell phone and who is hanging out at the local city pool that day or who may be at the mall on Friday night.
Or my favorite (NOT) who said what on My Space.
Now I know that kids in the country can get the Internet and I am sure that many of them have a My Space page as well as their city neighbors.
But those little country bumpkins also have space to roam and to explore, room to dig, room to ride those bikes and four wheelers, bugs to catch, and more stars to see at night then those of us who live in a city.
Who really needs:
200 channels of cable TV to chose from.
A new clothing store at the mall
Or another fast food chain site
Now later that evening when we went to the towns firework display something else happened that made me realize another thing that I like about a small town.
Every time they lit a firework that would light up the sky that would make not only your mouth smile but your eyes also. You could hear in the distance people whooping and hollering like they just won $500 bucks off a scratch off lotto card.
People who were not afraid to show that they were having a good time and were happy to be a part of the celebration.
I don't know about your city but my city is full of people that would not say crap if they had a mouth full.
I am sure that it would not be polite or correct to show that type of emotion.
Who cares what Mrs. and Mr. Goody Two Shoes thinks.
Sometimes you got to just let it out.
Let loose and enjoy life.
I hope you find something to whoop and holler about today.
I know I will!