Brattleboro, Vermont
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Something about my mom's hometown really intrigues me. We visit Brattleboro at least twice a year, and there's this connection that I have with it that's so familiar yet so far away. It's so beautiful; the town is set on a hill leading down to the Connecticut river, which searates it from New Hampshire where Mount Wantastiquette provides an amazing backdrop for the town. Up here things go on at about the same pace as the suburbs, but on a smaller scale. The people who live up here all know each other because they're always running into each other. It certainly anything but a sleepy town. Downtown on Main Street there's always a crowd of people walking the sidewalks; it's basically the cultural center for the area. They have just about everything on main street, except of course for large store chains. Sam's Outdoor Outfitters is easily one of my favorites, because they have a popcorn macine right in the middle of the store where anyone can get free popcorn - and I must say, it's good. The culture here is noticeably different. There are a bunch of liberals, yeah, whatever. I've never seen so many long beards then when I'm here, it's really funny, any dred locks are fairly common, not like erybody has them, but you don't have to go far to spot them, even on a white girl. But above all this, I get to see my mom's side of the family when I'm here. Despite the fact that none of them are really Christians, I really enjoy being around my mom's family; It's big. My Aunts and uncles are always so relaxed; they have the best stories, and they're just so cool, and wow, they're all in great shape. Now I could go on forever, but I think I'll spare the reader and leave it there. I'm leaving for home in 3 1/2 hrs. Goodnight.