Small Town
When I was little, my parents lived in a small town. We had our own little yard, in front of our house. There was only one mail-man in our town, that delivered to every single family. Everyone in our neighborhood had their last names on their mailboxes, in front of their houses. It was so comforting to ride my bicycle through our neighborhood, and know every person that was outside. My parents never worried about my safety, because everyone in town was a friend. Things were so much simpler back then. Now that I am grown and live in the city, I miss that environment.