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Dear Parents of PTC,I'm a college student back here in ptc for a couple days while I try to catch a flight(stand-by Airtran U). My parents home is closer to the airport then mine. Unfortunately, I'm not the offspring of a Delta pilot so I can't just up and go whenever I want . . . There's a million reasons why I dislike this place. I dislike Peachtree City. I always have. Its the Beverly-hills-of-Atlanta. As soon as I graduated high school I moved the hell out. I moved downtown Atlanta. I couldn't be more happy with my urban lifestyle. What a breath of fresh air! I never fit in in ptc. Everyone was always too busy keeping up with the Jones' and being catered to their every need. I think some parents even wiped their kids #&^$& for them ;-P I think I was the only one of my friends who didn't get a brand new car,a trust fund, or a blank check for graduation. What really pisses me off is how ungrateful the kids of ptc are. They don't' realize that theres more going on in the world then not having the latest outfit from American Eagle. Dafur, the aids epidemic, kids starving right here in the usa, etc! Although I appreciate the memories I have here, just as many are bad as good. I mean no matter where you go its boring,you run into cops,bad people, etc but ptc really knows how to suck the life right out of you. Instead of crackheads we have alcoholic parents, trust fund babies, and materialistic bitches. Everyone knows if your over 15 and your driving a golf cart its because the cops took your lic. away. The parents in this town are retarded. WAKEEEEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPPP! They think their child is sooooo "straight a+,plays a sport, goes to church". Perfect kids my ass. I knew straight a students who did coke. Freshmen girls with college boyfriends. Parents who got weed from their kids. Cops who used their power to their advantage. I wonder if they ever knew what their kids were really doing the parking lot of Starbucks, who they were with, or what hotels around fayette county they got rooms to party in. Parents here are oblivious to what goes on. . . . or maybe they choose to ignore it. They think that PTC is a "nice" "crime free" area to grow up in. Really . . . ? ? ? I was exposed to every drug imaginable at McIntosh(ohh and you Starr's Mill Parents . . . Your kids are doing them too ;-D). In fact if you drug tested the football team we wouldn't' have one. . . . The lacrosse team, baseball, soccer, track, EVEN the girls soccer team. That just proves theirs no stereotype for a pothead or coke head. It can be anyone. I know peoples dad's who beat their kids(you see a lot of that here). I know pilots who drink A LOT and then fly the next morning(I never fly delta for that reason!). I know dads who have two families in different states. I never seemed to figure out how their wives didn't kick them to the curb. Although if my husband bought me a brand new Lexus, had my nails and hair done 24/7, bought me a nice house to live in , and I was having "relations" with my tennis instructor, I would probley choose to ignore my husbands antics anyways. Although I could never imagine living on slim-fast and diet coke! GROSS! Ah! Its a parent's job and duty to care for and take care of their kids, unfortunately most parents in ptc are too busy with their own lives to care about how their kids are. I'm not talking about making sure they have everything they need. I mean teaching them values, respect, loyalty, honestly, appreciation! Luckily for me my mom taught me how to be a strong female. One with confidence and brains rather then just hand me cash whenever I needed something and tell me to bug off. Thank you mom and dad for installing values in me! I have a friendship with my parents. I feel that is what help me survive ptc, to stay away from drugs, and focus on more important goals in life then being popular. When I was 16 I got a job. When I was 18 I moved out. I didn't have a reason other then my sanity. Most of it was with my money and my parents have been great to help me out when I needed it. I'm a poor college kid. I don't have a trust fund and no open check book with my parents. The most common response i get from people who learn that I grew up in Georgia is I'm glad I've moved on to better things with my life. I'm grateful for my amazing family and only wish my friends had had the same opportunities growing up. Please do me a favor. Go hug your kids. Tell them that you love them. That you are there for them. That god loves them and ask them how their day was. Its that simple. Establish a relationship with your child and they might just turn out o.k. If not your going to be paying their rehab bills, court fees/fines, or medication bills for a long long time. A little love goes a long way. Take your son golfing with you. Take your daughter with you to get your nails done. And for heavens sake HOW HARD IS IT TO PUT A LOCK ON YOUR LIQUOR CABINET! [taken from a blog posting in 2005] Peachtree city is a prime example of what happens when you drop a load of yankees in the georgia backwoods with lots of money and construction equipment. i'd always imagined the founding peachtree citizens as a few young parents of kids aged 3-7 who planned on putting their children in a cryogenic sleep state during their teen years, then waking them up as soon as they're supposed to be ready to move out. perhaps things didn't go as planned. there was no cryofreezing technology developed by the time their kids outgrew feeding tha ducks and playing little league soccer. i would imagine every parent looses touch with their kids at some point or another. i think one of tha strangest things about peachtree city is how as soon as i graduated high school, it seemed as though the entire town was trying to get me out of there. maybe it was just me. ![]() |