Where I grew up: Warren, PA

Day 11 of Writing 101: Today we’re to write about where we lived when we were 12 years old. We’re supposed to make it exciting.

downtown Warren. Picture courtesy of http://www.palive365.com/2011/12/12/warren-deal-sours/.
downtown Warren. Picture courtesy of http://www.palive365.com/2011/12/12/warren-deal-sours/.

The old maxim “you never know what you have until it’s gone” runs especially true when it comes to your home town. To me, growing up in a small town in northwestern Pennsylvania was far from exciting. I mean, there was nothing to do for a young boy full of energy.

photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/warrenpennsylvania.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/warrenpennsylvania.html

Absolutely nothing.

photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/hiking2.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/hiking2.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/KinzuaBridgeIntro.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/KinzuaBridgeIntro.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/national_forest5b.html
photo courtesy of http://www.theallegheny.com/national_forest5b.html

I think I’ve made my point.

When I was twelve, there was a lot happening in my life. I would love to blame my unappreciative attitude on life’s events, but I never appreciated it. Not once. I was surrounded by a national forest with spectacular hiking and camping within minutes of driving, and I whined about my backwards little town.

Certainly, there was a lot that could have been better about my town and the area I lived. Honestly, I’m not aware of any place on earth that is without its flaws. The point is, things that I’m passionate about now, things that I wish I had close at hand like I did back then, I ignored them. Of course I went hiking and camping, but I took it for granted.

I took a lot for granted growing up. Most of us probably do. I think that’s why I want so much for my children to really enjoy what they have today. I’m not always vigilant about this. In fact, I think my wife is more proactive than I am. OK, let’s be honest, I don’t have to think about it: she is more proactive than I am.

And my kids do. We don’t have a vast forest surrounding us, but we have places where we can enjoy hiking. They love it. I love it. The times we spend in these oases rejuvenate us and bond us in ways that words can never express.

Sometimes I miss my home town. I miss walking for miles and miles, not just in the forest, but in the town itself. I miss the peacefulness of it. Maybe I’ve romanticized the little I remember, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. It’s better to remember the good, even the romanticized good, than the bad.

I took it for granted back then. Hopefully that isn’t an attitude I pass on to my kids now. If they see my love and passion for creation consistently, maybe they’ll carry that with them always.

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7 thoughts on “Where I grew up: Warren, PA

  1. The pictures are wonderful and make me think Warren, Pa. is a good place to be. I enjoyed your story and appreciate your thought about not knowing how good something is until its gone. I grew up in a small town outside of New Orleans and it was home, but nothing special. Today, as an adult, I feel the connection I still have with the town and its people. Good story.

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  2. Gorgeous place! With technology so prevalent in our lives, it’s even more important to allow kids–and ourselves–to enjoy the outdoors. I definitely watched too much TV and could’ve appreciated my surroundings way more as a kid.

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