I think you would have found some familiarity with us as typical rural teenagers. We knew hunting, fishing, farmwork and cars.
Yeah, our kind is everywhere. All you have to do is get outta the city about 10 miles and find a diner... I walk in and say, "y'all got sweet tea?" and if they say, "why, sure we do," then I know I am back with my own.
Best party I ever went to was on the MO side of the Mississippi, a ways downstream of Kansas City... We were down there fishin, not even figuring on anything... Got together with a few of the locals drinkin some.... Ran out of beer, and somebody called somebody to bring us on down sommore on the CB. Before you know it, here they all come.
Totally spontaneous, and totally awesome... Then the bars let out, and it grew by 3 times, and some of the local bands showed up... Somebody threw down a bunch of plywood on the sand, and somebody else had a big event tent to put up over it.... Somebody else went around and stole green rooms from construction sites (don't worry, they all got returned... other than they were full)... Some Cajun dude showed up and started cooking... OMG, what a fun time.
By the time the sheriff showed up, all they could do is try to control it... They figured out it wasn't going to shut down real quick. So the cops were there too, keeping general order. I don't rightly know how long it was... I sorta lost track of time... but it was days.
And the funny thing is it wasn't just young folks... there were whole generations there... kids too during the daytime..
Probably the best shindig I have ever been to. Good, good folks.