Hubris at Hinesburg

Just about all of my most fond memories of Hinesburg, Vermont haven't come from big events or other planned happenings; instead they've been the product of rainy days, lazy sundays and spontaneous day trips. During the summer I can clearly remember the days when I'd hop in my friend's Honda pilot and drive up to Bristol Falls, a section of river that included 20 foot drops from small cliffs into the water. The time passed there by daring each other to do the highest jumps or the most complicated flips. I overflipped on my first front flip and did a bellyflop. And we would also marvel at the local daredevils who would jump from "Eagles Nest" a 45 foot jump into a 15 foot deep river. It seems suicidal but apparently if you have the right technique and sort of banana into the water its survivable. During the winter I would always get really into pond hockey. Our town had an outdoor basketball court that they would flood every year and maintain for people to play on. So every wednesday after school me and a few guys would play until it got too dark to see. There are definitely a lot of those kinds of things that I miss about my home but at the same time there are a lot of things that are missing: there aren't many career opportunities there for business, and its very boring compared to New York so I can't quite imagine myself living there after college. But I was glad to be raised there and no matter where I live I'll still be a Vermonter at heart

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