Are you for real? That is awesome!
I come from a small town, where everyone pulls over to let an ambulance or a funeral procession pass. We don’t have fire flies here; we have lightning bugs. Y’all is a proper noun and hospitality is something that is bred into us, not learned! Shoes aren’t necessary and if we go outside, we get dirty and we ain’t afraid of it! Chicken and squash are fried, cornbread is eaten as much as bread, and sweet tea is the house wine. Shopping carts are “buggies” and wash cloths are “wash rags”. Oh and if you disrespect your mama, you get hit with something… big! Reblog if you are proud you came from a small town.