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I miss summer rain. I miss Kudzu. I miss cicadas--no lie. I miss train echoes. Sun. Heat waves that weren't really acknowledged and being stuck inside a hot house and just.... I miss the graffiti I rarely saw. I miss bipolar weather and freak weather things that we had to just go along with. I miss the thugs and their weed, which mellowed them out, how annoying and aggravated nigguhs made me. I miss culture shock. I miss never having to explain myself because no one ever asked. I miss...the asphalt. I miss the not-rush and the streams and the roads that all started with names or "Peach"something. I miss familiarity. I miss the mountain, too, sort of, and the actors. I miss the stars and the moon and I miss the swing set. I miss "uncorrect grammar" and accents and slang and breaking rules. I miss being able to get away with it because I was quiet. I miss my old schools and the cars and I miss the janitors too. I miss high school. SO much. I miss the little, tiny frogs that would spring from the ground for a few weeks of a few months and how they would crawl over everthing--windows, doors, mail boxes, and how I could look through their skin and see their hearts. I miss the big ones because I never accidently stepped on them. I miss the grass. I miss the trees--how tall, how much taller they were than all the three story houses set on banks above their roots. I miss not seeing house-apartments. I miss my after-midnight walks. I miss the not-street lights. I miss how we all went places but kept in touch or tried to. I miss the tornado and fire drills even though they were only worth it once each, and then the freak earthquake that most people slept through. I miss the history and culture, even though no one seemed too worried about preserving it. I miss the quiet. I miss the annoying kids in the neighborhood. I miss them thinking I was off at NASA because I loved my space suit from camp and never went out. I miss my porch. I miss how gossipy it got. I miss the lunches and the sun...the sunsets. The forever walk to the bus stop or to anywhere. I miss....I even miss the worms that would disappear for years and then get fried on the street. I miss the mixed smell of Buford market places. I miss the ignorance. I miss the camadrie and the new growth and good and self-made home lives. I miss the subdivisions and the shoddy craftsmanship and how it was better on the other side of the tracks only superficially. I miss the way the gas stations was the It place to meet up. I miss The Shack, even though I only went there twice and didn't really like or dislike the food I got there. I miss the band. Both of them. I miss slide oil, strip teases, crying, tests, call-outs, challenges, bruises, punishments, perfectionists keeping me up too late, memorizing, I miss the pride I felt back then, how utterly geeky and awesome I was. I miss....Ugh.