Imagine being a young African American boy moving from multiple big cities to a little town in the mountains of WV. 
Leaving the city for a small town charm, it’s a mix of excitement, curiosity, and a dash of nervousness. What I’ve noticed, the pace slows down but the community is close. It gives you a chance to be closer with your community such as, sports, school, church, work etc. Not saying you can’t do that in a bigger city- it’s just easier in a little town where everyone knows everyone .
I started playing sports when I moved down here which brought me closer to the community, not feeling like an outsider as much.
As I grew older, the small town charm died down and became very boring. Friends got older, graduated and moved to bigger cities. There is nothing I can do but wait my turn to leave this small town.
I thank this small town for the lessons it has taught me, but I can’t wait to start my own journey surrounded by buildings as tall as dreams. Possibly even turn one of the buildings into my dream. 
