Reletive row

I grew up in a small town called biggers not much happened here without someone knowing about it you couldn't make a move without the hole town knowing. In our town we called it reletive row because most of the town was related in some way but the one's that weren't in my book was lucky sure you got talked about but most of the time it wouldn't get back to you but if you were related you would hear all about it and if it was you who made a mastake o you wouldn't hear the end of it at least not till someone else did something. Now I'm not saying that they were bad people they just loved to gossip me myself wasn't one to care for gossip I never liked to keep up with the Joneses. I wonder if anyone has noticed that there is one in every town but in my case it was not just the saying there was a family named Jones o and the were a mean bunch the boys were a terror they didn't have any manners always getting into trouble not to mention they picked on me on a daily basis I think that's why I grew up not careing for gossip I knew how much it can hurt I saposse that's why I'm the black sheep of my family they have never got me why I would have a look on my face when they talked about someone but it's okay I like it I like being me it took me so long to figure it out but when I did I felt free like a brid about to take flight and sore the sky's with no one to hold me down. Well I guess sometimes you have to be on the outside to fill good on the inside and that's just fine with me.