I'm gunna miss this. I'm going to miss this small town like crazy when I get old enough to move out of it. I'm going to miss the cold, refreshing blast of air through the window that smells just like my little town, clean and never changing. Just one burst of air with this amazing smell and feel can take me back to my childhood. These goosebumps can somehow provide me with as much comfort as a warm hug. A warm hug from one of the people who has lived in this small town even longer than I have. One of my best friends. One of the friends that I have memories from kindergarten with. One of the friends that I love more than anything in this entire world. One of the people that are eager to leave this place while I fear it. This will always be my home but it may not be as never - changing as I think. That is what is scary.