Reasons Why I Love “Growing Up Southern”

IMG_3757(A Southern belle can never have too many bows, rights??)

My childhood can be described as summers spent outside, chasing fireflies and falls spent at the county fair, enjoying the simple things in life. There are many things I could pick out that I love about my childhood, yet, I always come back to my ultimate favorite-I was able to grow up in the South.

Growing up Southern is a privilege, in my opinion. Yes, I am a little bias, because this is the only place I’ve grown up. Growing up Southern is more than just celebrating the different seasons or food. Growing up Southern is about the people, manners, and lessons learned.

Here are 12 reasons why I love growing up in the South.

1: Respect for elders is one of the most important things.

2: Also, respect for your momma and daddy is crucial.

3: Almost every sentence should include a “ma’am” or “sir.”

4: It is better to overdress for any occasion. (Football games, church, you name it-overdress.)

5: Handwritten letters don’t go out of style.

6: Your family will always support you and will always be the most important thing in your life.

7: In the summer, curfews are dictated by lightning bugs.

8: Southern food is the best and you will learn how to cook your grandma’s recipes by the time you are 20.

9: There is no need to be in a rush for everything.

10: Southern hospitality is a way of life that you will master by the time you are also 20.

11: School is cancelled when the first flakes of snow fall.

12: You wouldn’t want to grow up anywhere else but in the South.

xoxo,

Megan

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