Describe the town or city you where you were raised.

imagine if the planet needed an emergency enema..
toronto west would be where the space Dr would jam the hose!.

I grew up surrounded by cow pastures, hay fields, and woods. Town was about 8 miles away. We got a Hardee's sometime around '75, before that the only fast food I remember was a couple of locally owned hamburger stands.

When I was young there were two drug stores and from what I remember they took turns staying open on Sundays. Other than that all the stores closed on Sundays. My grandmother and great aunt would sometimes go riding around Sunday afternoons and that often meant parking an walking up and down the street. There was a furniture store downtown that had swing sets sitting out in front of the store and we would stop and swing for a few minutes.

We bought groceries at my great aunts store. There was a rack of account books with customers names on them next to the cash register (an old National with the hand crank) and a lot of customers charged groceries and gas and would pay at the end of the month. There wasn't a big selection as in there might be two brands of Ketchup, two brands of tooth paste, etc. The first time I remember going in a grocery store I was probably 5 or 6 and spent the day with a friend and his mom took us to town. I was a bit shocked at the selection.

{@professorplum77] the town i was raised was a thriving town when i was small in the sixties and seventies in the united kingdom . it was quiet self sufficient and only needed to go out of town for some things .was alright in the eighties then a sort of slump set in shops closed and now it a ghost town to what it use too be no butchers or fruit and vegetable shops now one supermarket sad really🤷‍♂️just a sign of the times

We were the “city kids.” With a population of 11,000, we were the biggest town within a two-hour drive. Big enough not to know everyone, small enough your mother always heard the gossip. lol It was peaceful, quiet, stable. You locked your doors, but you weren’t afraid. There wasn’t a lot of turnover in the schools; the teachers were usually lifers and important parts of the community. They added to the sense of stability, and you knew them on a personal level. There wasn’t a lot to do, so the movie theater was special, the bowling alley was a treat. Both always clean and well ordered. The teens cruised grand avenue from the South T to the Gateway North, parked at the old Hy-Vee or SMU to get out and chat. If you pooled your cash and found someone willing to buy you booze, you gathered in someone’s basement and hung out. You knew where to park out in the country if you wanted to canoodle. lol All in all, it was slow and laid back. Easy and simple. It wasn’t perfect, but I was pretty lucky.

I was raised in two places, 2000 miles apart. Every summer we would spend in far western Nebraska.

The town had a bank and two movie theaters on the main drag, and a five and dime store with a lunch counter, and a JC Penny store. My grandfather's farm, 3 miles outside of town on a rural dirt road just past the sugar beet factory was so boring that just being in town was big excitement. 🤣🤣🤣

The other town was about 20 miles west of Boston, where I spent every school year. It was typical of a small New England town. It had two ice cream shops, and there used to be a drug store on the corner where my brother worked. He worked the lunch counter. There was a mural on the wall in the town post office of enslaved American Indians in chains. Apparently their entire tribe was killed by the English.

The library was a lovely old brick building, and I used to love to go there. It was almost the only time we ever drove into the town proper.

Georgia cotton mill town. 25,000 people. Stores and churches on Main Street. Beautiful in spring with azaleas, dogwoods, irises. Lots of old homes, some antebellum since Sherman's guys decided to go around the city during the war.

Old and dirty with mercury laced drinking water. Now I live on a tropical island in Canada drinking glacier fresh water. Cheers!

[c=800000]My hometown had a population of under 10,000 people.
It had two Catholic schools and churches.
A major river ran through the town.
It was home to one manufacturing plant. [/c]

Heaps of blue gum trees, wattle trees, a flowing river and a shit tonne of snakes in the summer.

It used to be prettier. There was a major creek filled with sailing ships at one time. It was covered so a highway could take its place.

A town in a land-locked desert state, full of lights, gambling and debauchery.

And some pretty great hiking spots

A beach town. Southeastern US. Smaller when I was young, but I’ve heard it’s a booming metropolis these days.