It is better to live and grow up in a small town than in a big city. Everyone knows your name; there is a sense of community spirit and just going to visit your neighbor can be rewarding. On the other hand, city life breeds a more dangerous lifestyle and leaves no chance to get to know fellow citizens. Small town life was particularly meaningful to me and I remember it fondly. Things were much simpler back then, because we lived in fewer complicated times. We had no video games or computers to occupy our time. We had more natural ways to engage, like going down to the local watering hole to swim or fish. Living in a farming community gave us an abundance of old, cobweb-filled barns to explore. My friends and I would also play during the endless summer days in the fields and orchards around our homes. All the adults knew us by name and they acted like a combined parent when we were in their sight. I remember when Mrs. Boone would chase us away from the rickety fence surrounding her house. She chased us away like flies and then fed us a new app...