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My birthplace is Dover, New Jersey and I will rep it until the day I die. But unfortunately I moved from the armpit of America when I was two to Decatur, GA. Back in 1992, there was not anything to do in Decatur. There were no restaurants or bars of any kind, like there is now. The single place to eat was an Atlanta Bread Company in the center of town. Over the years, Decatur began developing and more and more businesses took advantage of the large amount of foot traffic it gets.
Now it is important to note that I live in the City of Decatur, not the 50 square miles that people think includes all of southern Dekalb County. The City of Decatur has its own police department. Why? I do not know. They only have to patrol 4 square miles, so mostly they just hassle teenagers for the most minor of infractions. While Decatur is so close to Atlanta it has got that small town, almost Mayberry, type of appeal to it. Everybody knows one another and word gets around pretty quick.
Decatur is also very diverse, in every sense of the word. There are half a million dollar condos right down the street from hundred year old houses. Gays and trannies walk the street without being stared at (well maybe Coco attracts a few stares). Decatur's only high school is split 50:50 blacks to whites. Everybody is cool with one another, but the fact that there are 800 kids tops in our school, 200 in each grade, and only 25 of which you chill with every weekend gets very monotonous. The weekends used to involve walking around with nothing to do as underclassmen. As upperclassmen, they involved driving around with nothing to do. It was time for a change. College could not have come any sooner, and even though Decatur is only six miles down the road I don't think I will be visiting that often.