My own town(:
Everyone always tells me how lucky I am to be living in a town like this. But I’ve lived here my hole life, so its just as ordinary to me as your home town is to you. I mean come-on it has the normal main street, the rich part, the poor, the little stores, mean girls, mean boys, nice girls and nice boys.
Well its the summer of 1970. I bet your jealous that I can just step out my little house, walk down the long, rocky, hot tar, and then step on that nice warm beach. The sand just oozes through my toes. I’ve grown to love this town a lot not. I realized that no everyone is able to walk right outside and walk down the road right to the beach.
Living here has been pretty great. I love the people and the area. Theres only one thing about it that I dont like. It’s the fact that it is always busy here. But not around my house. If I am down on the beach, thats where its busy. Other then that, my town is great.
