I Grew Up In a Small Town Called Freeport, Illinois

Freeport, Illinois — You know, we’re not the only ones who love and appreciate our home town. So many of you, (of us), love Freeport and have an abundance of memories from our time here.

Today, we share another Freeportians perspective.


I grew up in a “small” town called Freeport, Illinois during a time when everyone treated each other like family.

We went outside to play, we got dirty, we bought chips & candy from the local grocery store and we played red light, green light, kick the can, Simon says, hide and seek, dodge ball, red rover, baseball, softball and football. We could ride our bikes and skateboards to the store, or the park, or down a country road and stay all day.

We even swam in the creek and the river when we had the chance.

We ate beans & hot dogs, mac and cheese with peanut butter sandwiches at the school cafeteria. We walked or rode a bike everywhere and never worried about safety. We never thought to lock our windows or doors at night and we had chores to do around the house. We helped clean off the table after a meal and ate our meals as a family at a table together.


We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING accept our parents. If you fell down you would just get back up. We challenged each other everywhere. King of the Hill!

If someone had a fight, that’s what it was, a fight. Kids weren’t afraid of fake guns when I grew up. Real guns were just a part of life and we respected them as well as our parents, our teachers, the American flag, the principal AND God.

We said the Pledge of Allegiance every time we went to school.

We left our houses as soon as we could in the morning and right after school, until our neighbors would yell out for their children as a reminder to get in the house for the night. If one kid was called for dinner, then we all knew to go home.

We watched our mouths around our elders because we knew if we disrespected any adult there would be a price to pay. We had manners and respect otherwise someone else’s parents put you in your place.

I would not trade anything for the childhood we had. We had enough and we had love and all that is what made us the adults we are today.

I’m proud of my town and that I came from a close knit community and I will never forget where I came from.

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2 thoughts on “I Grew Up In a Small Town Called Freeport, Illinois

  • January 11, 2017 at 7:28 am

    This is a generic “story” that has been floating around Facebook for the past couple of weeks where you change the name of the town you grew up. This was not written by someone from Freeport. Even I copied and paste this “story” last week and added a couple of things.

  • September 15, 2018 at 1:59 am

    I had to laugh at this! This has been an ad nauseum email forward that is 20 years old. It is more of a commentary on how the greatest generation raised their kids, in contrast to the helicopter parents who coddle or the baby daddy/mamas who are ignorant about child development (and birth control!). As Gilbert & Sullivan wrote: “There is nothing new, under the sun.” BTW, Wyatt is what Grandpa would call “a copycat.” LOL!😄

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