Personal Narrative: Nashville In The State Of Georgia

There is such a place called Nashville in the state of Georgia! If I am not mistaken, there is a Nashville in every Southern state in honor of the Revolutionary War hero General Francis Nash . He was a native Virginian reared in North Carolina, who through his military service brought notoriety to the Nash name. If I am wrong about there being a Nashville in each Southern state, I know of at least two, my hometown, and some other place where they sing country music or something. My Nashville, the not so famous one, rests in South Georgia, which if you are unaware is its own separate part of America. When I think of Georgia, Atlanta comes to mind. When I think of South Georgia, the home of the Confederacy comes to mind. Disregard negative connotation that the word confederacy (the slave part) has because of the sociopolitical system

Connell, I sat behind a girl named Jamie. Jamie to me was the prettiest girl in the world. She had long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes and the prettiest smile I could remember. I am sure that I did not like girls in third grade romantically, but I know I made an exception for Jamie. I honestly and purely thought she was lovely. I am certain that she liked me also because we would pass notes in class. We smiled and giggled with each other for a few days before we brought attention to ourselves. Mrs. Connell caught us passing notes in class and she confiscated the kid-note.
If I am not mistaken, it read something like “if you like me check yes.” It was a kid-note in all the innocence of ignorant infatuation. I recall Mrs. Connell gave us a stern look of disapproval. There was more behind that look as I remember her face, but years and perspective have changed the way her look appears to me now. I knew as a kid that I should not pass notes in the class because she thoroughly warned never to do so. I felt terrible for disappointing Mrs. Connell and I knew she would discipline us for breaking the