As many of you already know, or may have guessed by now, we Harris girls grew up in a small town in the great state of North Carolina. Now, there are some definite advantages to growing up in a small, rural area.
Everyone seemed to know (and care for) each other. As a community, we shared and celebrated in each other's successes- whether the graduation of the local high school class, the crowning of the next Roxboro Junior Miss, or the weekly victories of the high school football team. We shared recipes, family reunions, and birthday parties. Neighbors helped neighbors. The local paper was printed twice a week- on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Kids clamored for roles in community theater and the whole town came out to watch. There were fireworks at Independence Day and a parade down Main Street at Christmas. Snow cream in the winter, and homemade ice cream in the summer. Pitchers of Kool-Aid; running through the sprinkler; riding bikes through the yard; sitting on the front porch and waving to the passing cars.
Yes, we grew up good; we grew up slow.
Whenever I hear Lady Antebellum's "American Honey", it takes me back to my childhood in North Carolina. Take a listen and see if you don't agree. :)