My hometown is Menomonie, WI. The town is small and consists of about 14,000 in population. I remember, while growing up, my sister and I use to love playing outside; we would run around the house, climbed the tree in the backyard, and roller blade around the block. In Menomonie, there's not much, but a few things to do and see. There is a small waterpark to bring families and friends for a swim, game of volleyball, and picnic. There's also a small recreational park for people to go skateboard, bike, play basketball. Menomonie is also a great place for fishing; There's panfish, catfish, walleye, sucker fish, bass and plenty more different fishes you can
“The Only Waunakee In The World” Is what they say about the small unknown town. Everytime someone asks where we live all we say is just outside of Madison, but not many people know all of the history this town holds. Trains and Farming, If you dig below the surface you can really find some interesting facts about this wonderful town.
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
Nestled deep within the Berkshire Mountains rests the small town of Westfield, Massachusetts. Every morning, a light, tepid fog settles among the quiet streets, devising a peaceful and calm atmosphere. Light winds gently brisk through the many oak trees, swaying the branches back and forth. From afar, the tall mountains border the limits of Westfield, forming a panorama of natural landscape. Fortunately, I was able to call the town of Westfield my home for many years. However, the town serves as more than a source of scenery. Westfield, Massachusetts, has profound personal importance as it portrays the majority of my lifetime. In fact, residing in Westfield has positively impacted my life as a result of the particular climate, historic motif, and community entrenched within the town.
Growing up in a small town provides you with a close knit community which can be a good or bad thing when you think about it. Growing up, everyone knows everyone and we all attend the same school from elementary all the way up to high school. Although this has provided me with some close friendships, it has limited my viewpoints on other things and it has no allowed me to spread my wings and discover myself.
I was a very active kid with activities like tumbling, soccer, tap, jazz, and swimming. My brother and I also liked to play out on the driveway or in the yard as often as we could. Our house in Lafayette had a basketball hoop, a very climbable cherry tree in the front yard, two sheds in the back, a playground, and the neighborhood pool down the street. We were always doing something active like soccer, riding our bikes, or swimming.
I believe nowhere is like home. I’ve lived in Sturgis, South Dakota my whole life. The biggest city I had been to at the time was Rapid City. When I was four, my family took a trip to Florida, I went to Disney World, SeaWorld and the beach for the first time although, I don’t remember a lot about Disney. I remember stepping out of the airport and seeing taxis and huge tourist busses for the first time. I remember thinking how easy it would be to get lost in the swarms of people in every direction. We stayed on a hotel at Disney so we didn’t have to rent a car everyday, just the days we went to the beach.
I live in Mermentau Louisiana. It's a small town on the side of a highway, with two stores, one restaurant and a small school. Everyone knows everyone which means everyone also knows everyone's business. There’s not much to do and there’s
I grew up in a little house in the big woods. A log cabin, one room, with a cozy cellar and an attic filled with herbs, garden vegetables, and jams.
My hometown gave me all of my experiences and made me who I am. It wasn't the fact that I grew up in New Hope, PA that created who I am, it was the experiences that living in New Hope lead me to like fishing in the delaware river, getting my first job, earning an education at NHS, and wrestling for NHS that changed my identity. Fishing gave me a lifelong hobby and irreplaceable experiences with friends, my first job taught me the basics about dealing with people and building relationships, my education at NHS taught me how to have a sense of pride in something you belong to, and wrestling gave me good morals and really improved my work ethic.The person who I am today is the sum of all the experiences I had growing up where I did that is what makes me unique. I might have been a better person if i grew up somewhere other than New Hope, but I like to believe that's not
Fitchburg, Wisconsin. It was the place I grew up. It was where mom had her motel for the longest time. It was the place I thought I'd always stay and live. It was the place my brother was attacked. It was the place where I met them, where they taught me that monsters really exist.
Each one of us have a special place that we like to call home. For me home is not only the place where I currently live. Home is where I made my most important memories both good and bad, where I have no regrets, and the place that I have to look back to every time I need to remember who I am. My hometown for me is not only the place where I was born and raised, it is the place where my story begin, the place that made me who I am, and perhaps the place that defines who I will become. As stated before, the place I call home is the place where I made the most important memories in my life. Nonetheless, other factors like people, certain places, situations, and historical events make up those memories. Therefore, all those other factors together make up what I define as home.
I’ve finally made it. When you first land here the immediate difference is all around you whizzing around you creating a sense of life. It 's a sense that you rarely have in a small town it 's bigger I can’t quite obtain a hold of it. It moves fast all through the night and during the day. It peaks in all of my senses to create a brand new sense of the life of the city.
The place that I visited was New York City over the summer about three years ago. My mom and I stayed with my aunt who lives in Poughkeepsie, which is about thirty minutes outside of New York City. Poughkeepsie is a small town that you find outside of a big city, it was a small family owned shops that consisted of knick knacks and second-hand stores. My mom and I got in on a late Friday night so we didn 't go out to see the town and instead headed to bed.
My favorite place as a child was County Park Lake. When we had family picnics because we all got together and there was great food and kids playing and the adults playing horse-shoes and could tell there was love for one another. There was no other place like this when I was a child. Some of my fondest memories was at that picnic site we should all have memories likes those.
My grandparents’ farm house in the little town of Beechwood, Wisconsin was a very special place to me. I spent most of my childhood at that house and created many memories there as well. Every Sunday, my family and I would go to 9:30 church service, then after hurry to my grandparents’ house for the lunch awaiting us; salty mashed potatoes, corn and a different meat every time. Every week I would look forward to lunch after church at the farm house.