Compare and Contrast Small Town Life to a City Living.
Compare and Contrast Small Town Life to a City Living.
I had been blessed with growing up in a small town until the age of just fourteen. When I was that age my life changed completely. I went from the village of Debica, were I grew up, went to school to the big city of Chicago. Everything was new and big for me. By comparing and contrasting these to “worlds we can see how different they are and why life in a small town was better to me. In my memories, small towns are full of joy, passion and color.
I was fortunate and a happy kid when my parents and grandmother lived together. We lived in a small village where everybody knew each other -- people were nice and friendly. Growing up in a nice house with a yard as big as a two city blocks was not easy. It was a lot of work and responsibility. Every year we hand picked currants, what was my favorite, yet time consuming job. Our whole family and friends would gather every morning until night to help out. We would pick the currants on a hot, humid day from small, green bushes that were planted on our land. Every afternoon my
I had been blessed with growing up in a small town until the age of just fourteen. When I was that age my life changed completely. I went from the village of Debica, were I grew up, went to school to the big city of Chicago. Everything was new and big for me. By comparing and contrasting these to “worlds we can see how different they are and why life in a small town was better to me. In my memories, small towns are full of joy, passion and color.
I was fortunate and a happy kid when my parents and grandmother lived together. We lived in a small village where everybody knew each other -- people were nice and friendly. Growing up in a nice house with a yard as big as a two city blocks was not easy. It was a lot of work and responsibility. Every year we hand picked currants, what was my favorite, yet time consuming job. Our whole family and friends would gather every morning until night to help out. We would pick the currants on a hot, humid day from small, green bushes that were planted on our land. Every afternoon my
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City days were long and boring. There was nothing fun to do. The only excitement that I got was playing games on a computer or “Nintendo”. That was the only thing that occupied my thoughts and time. The city is over populated. Along with this come noise, smell and lots of trash. The noises are loud and terrible. Anywhere you turn you hear noise – cars, people, airplanes and trains. There are cars everywhere. People drive with loud exhaust systems to work and home, and also they are cruising or joy raiding. The paper bags, coffee cups and other recycle items are lying all over the place. All this junk stinks, not to mention the fact that it pollutes the environment. It’s really a lot to get used to.
For me the magic of my small town will fill my childhood memories forever. The time I went swimming with friends in a cold river or the time I had
Some topics in this essay:
Village, City, New York City, Town, English Language Films, Play, Life, Chicago, Nintendo, Exhaust Systems,
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