There is personal pride as your quote says and pride of your origins as it makes you who you are.Pride seems like a odd word. I have a great affection for my home town, and it's a great city, but pride is something I reserve for my own accomplishments and that of my loved ones, not the population or location I was random born into.
Not for me. Pride in the place you are born is as nonsensical as being proud that your home team wins. I know just about everyone in the world feels this, and I don't get it. Just because their stadium is in the same city I live in, I don't see why I am entitled to a feeling of pride when they win. This goes all the way up. I don't care if either of my countries does well in the olympics.There is personal pride as your quote says and pride of your origins as it makes you who you are.
I was born in Gloucester and my parents left soon after (with me). I drove through it a few years ago and it didn't look great. It always reminds me of a dodgy builder burying bodies under his patio. No pride at all.There is personal pride as your quote says and pride of your origins as it makes you who you are.
We have quite a lot in common with them: we have a Magic Roundabout which is rather lacking in magic and Hatfield has a Comet Roundabout which has not been visited by a comet. The comet one is more tragic because I imagine a comet strike would greatly improve Hatfield.I dunno. The people of Hatfield regard Hemel as aspirational!
Forget shaping your youth, that shapes your brain.I still recognise shaping my youth by allowing pubs to serve anyone able to reach the bar,
My Dad was a severe alcoholic and when we were kids we were allowed to drink as much Special Brew as you could slurp without tilting the tankard if we poured him a drink. So I think my brain was probably pickled long before.Forget shaping your youth, that shapes your brain.
A hamlet in Lincolnshire?Ok here's one for you! What city in England is New York named after?