When asked if I have ever been to Rhode Island it took me a while to ponder, and then I finally decided that I probably had spent about an hour in that state in my lifetime. When I said that I probably had been there for an hour or so to visit, the person who had asked me the question laughed a little bit and said, So, you probably just have driven through here. He is probably right; after some more thinking I realized that I do not think I have ever been to Rhode Island except for the times when I drove right through it.
In any case, this weekend I took a train down from the Ruggles train station to South Attleborough for $7.50. My friend′s grandparents picked us both up, fed us a delicious meal at the nearby Olive Garden, and then brought us to Riverside, RI.
Driving to Riverside, I realized that the places we were going through looked a lot like the cities in New Hampshire or Massachusetts that I have become accustomed to. My friend, who is from Connecticut, also commented Hey! This could be my neighborhood! as we drove down a narrow road lined by trees on our way to Foster Country Club. When I realized that I had been thinking the same thing, I was almost a little bit saddened by the fact that my city is not unique.
There really is not too big of a difference between the New England States. Some of my friends who are not from around here get all excited to knock off another state on their lists when they come visit me in New Hampshire or go up to Vermont, but now I am realizing that once they visit one state, they essentially could say that they have seen them all. Of course, every state has their own thing to be proud of like New Hampshire′s White Mountains, but it′s interesting to see how alike the states really are.
