Rainbow Puddle

It's been raining like crazy around here and our cafeteria / gym is separate from our classrooms so every day on the way to lunch we wind around in a maze and try to find our way through the puddles. Today there was some gas or oil in a puddle and the kids noticed that there were colors in the water. One of them said, "Oh, I get it. That's where rainbows come from!" All the other students nodded in agreement. "It's a rainbow puddle."

You Might Be From a Small Town If:
You can name everyone you graduated with.
You get a whiff of manure and think of home.
You know what 4-H is.
You ever went cow-tipping.
School gets cancelled for state sporting events.
You have ever gone home for Homecoming.
You fix up to go buy milk lest anyone starts the rumor that you have gained weight or quit taking care of youself.
No place sells gas on Sunday.
You have to drive an hour to buy a pair of socks.
It was cool to date someone from the neighboring town.
You ordered your waredrobe out of a catalog.
You had senior skip day.
The whole school went to the same party after graduation.
You don't give directions by street names or house numbers, but you give directions by references (turn by Marty's house, go two blocks past Sanderson', and it's four houses left of the track field).

How I know I live in the country:

"Teacher, what's a mall?"

Isn't she beautiful? 

Paul puts our Christmas Tree up.