definition of a small town

Fields of cotton fluttered by as we headed northward back to our home. Those fields soon became hills, sprinkled with cacti, which soon morphed into mountains, covered in trees. And all the while I pressed my face up against that window which gradually grew cold. As the landscape blurred past, my thoughts couldn't help but race back to that small town, the one of which I was currently being forced away from. The town where after one week people knew me, and I knew them.
In this little town people were genuine, people cared for each other and they showed love to even a visitor, such as myself. People remembered my name, who I am and where I'm from, they all knew me better than most people in the school I come from. It was a little strange to me, that in this little town it was perfectly normal to drive your off-roading-side-by-side down the main road, in fact, people stopped us just to say hi and have a little chat. Not once did we walk out the door without meeting a friend. And although there's not much to do, you use your imagination and suddenly there's a whole world of things to explore. When you're bored, you simply walk across the field and knock on someones door, no ones ever too busy to play a while. There was a mission 'farewell' on Sunday, therefore, the whole entire town attended, leaving few in any of the other church sessions. It was nice to relax in this small little town, I was grateful to be with family that I haven't seen for a while, I loved the adventures and all that we did, but hopefully I'll be back before too much time passes by.