My family moved to this once small town 15 years ago. Our first house was a rental, right behind the IHOP and Big Lots on the main road. After a year, we moved into a bigger house in a subdivision surrounded by trees. My mom got a job at the elementary school a few minutes away from our house and I went to school there from first to sixth grade. The road we drove down every morning didn’t have anywhere to get food except for the gas station 10 minutes away.
In the mornings, when would we leave the house early enough, we’d stop at that gas station and pick up breakfast. An iced honey bun and orange juice for me, and a honey bun and coffee for my mom. Follow that road we were on a little further and you get to Main Street.
Main Street was a quaint area and the buildings consisted of a bicycle shop, a barber, pharmacy and hot dog restaurant. The old train stop across the street from the strip of stores is now a restaurant, and the hot dog place is now a wine bar. The town has become a city and a nice one at that. With parks and trails all around, mom and pop shops and creative restaurants, my town is booming. It’s cliche, but I miss the old days. I’ve recently walked around to take pictures of things that remind me of that time.
