...that's me. If you look up "small town girl" in the dictionary, there may be a picture of me. It's so bizarre because Ray grew up a city boy in Northeast Philly, we are so polar opposite. Whenever I hear songs about small towns, I smile because everything they say is true. Everyone knows your biz, where you're going, where you've been. I grew up in a really small town. When I say small, I mean not on maps small. Population of less than 1000. We didn't have a convenience store. We didn't have a gas station. We didn't have a police department. Nothing but woods and gossip, and a tiny little elementary school. It was probably the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I moved there when I was about 7. Before that, I lived in a different small town. However, that town was a little bigger and had drug addicts and people that could've swayed me in bad directions. My parents were taking no chances, so off we went-to good 'ole Estell Manor, NJ. I loved Estell Manor. Not at first, at first I absolutely hated it AND my parents for subjecting me to such nonsense. After a few weeks though, I came out of my black hole and met the kids that forever changed my life and had a huge impact on the person I became. Through Facebook, we have orchestrated a grade school (yes, I said grade school) reunion that is coming to fruition in July and I am way excited, giddy almost. I cannot wait to see my old friends. These friends also went to my high school, where we basically remained together in a sea of hundreds of new people. I could care less about a high school reunion. I probably will never attend one, although I absolutely loved high school. But I loved it because of my friends from Estell Manor. I can actually say I'm looking forward to going to Jersey this summer...weird.
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