I was raised in the middle of nowhere. About 3 miles southwest of North Branch, Michigan (google it.) This is downtown North Branch two Saturdays' ago at about 1:30 in the afternoon. Kind of quiet, eh? Lot of easy parking.
I opened my first checking account in the bank, back when it was Pioneer State Bank. I was 15, I didn't have a drivers license, but I had a checking account. For the first year, the account didn't have an account number, none of the banks accounts did. The Federal Reserve forced the bank to start using account numbers, under threat that the Fed wouldn't processing checks if they didn't. I remember the letter from the bank, explaining that we would always be a person, not a number to them.
I fled North Branch shortly after I finished High School. There was nothing to keep me there. I really don't understand why most of the people that stayed, stayed. Origin is not destiny. But then maybe I am the one who has failed to put down roots. Despite the easy parking, I can't imagine living there at this point in life.
What is your hometown like?