The Crackhead Chronicles Of The Six Strange Swans

The Magic of a Small Town

The constant swooshing noise from the car zooming down the road rings in my ears for four hours straight. I drive a little faster than the speed limit but only because I'm a little impatient. I don't even stop the car to use the bathroom. I just keep on driving down the highway.

Destination?

Hometown.

Yeah I'm small town girl. But this isn't just any small town. No, it's a small patch of land of perfection. It's like entering a fantasy land.

Picture an old town square. Theres a fountain in the middle with a few park benches to sit on. There's flowers and bushes arounding the circluar area of the fountain. To the right of the fountain is a hundred foot tree that's wrapped in Christmas lights during the winter. A little more to the right, there's a little chapel. But the design of it reminds you of a small chunk of Hogwarts. Turning back around to the fountain again, straight ahead are shops. Everything is Tutor style. Well, they used to be shops. Now they are apartments or offices. But streets branch off of the old town square. Trees line the curbs.

But you might be wondering why I say old town square. That's because there's a new town square just a mile up the road. Don't get me wrong, the new town square is buzzing with life. But the old town square gives a sense of timeless magic you can't find most places.

Just across the main road that runs straight through the town, there's a park, trails through trees, a long creek and huge bell tower. The bells chime everyday at 5 pm. You can hear the bells at any spot in the town.

Going farther up the main road you enter the new town square. Just like the old one, they keep a tutor design for the shops. There's an Inn people can stay at, there's a a theater and ice cream parlor that looks straight out of the 50s. And yes, there's another fountain in the center of everything. There's a red telephone box next to the movie theater.

And even still, there's more spots of unique designs around the town. I will never found another town as beautiful as the one I grew up in.

But it's not the town I miss. It's all that's happened in the town. I miss walking to get ice cream. I miss running around the fountain and falling in. I miss hoping from rock to rock down in the creek. I miss caroling every December in the old square. I miss eating brunch at the Inns restaurant. I miss riding my bike up and down ever Street.

So when I get the chance to travel back to my town, I press a little harder on the gas petal.
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Nugget reporting for duty 😎🇬🇧

Just exposing myself more here. What's new.

I'll leave you with this.

"There is no mile as long as the final one that leads back home." - Katherine Marsh.
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