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The entrance to my home town. Forested, affluent, and self-contained, I never found much reason to really leave. Then again, I was only 13 when I left.

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Most days the only real way to get around were the bike paths. These were largely shortcuts that would occasionally cut through major wooded areas, incentivising bicycling rather than driving.

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Shopping plazas and malls were where most of the businesses in the woodlands were located. There were very clear distinctions between residential and business areas.

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The beating heart of the woodlands. The premier business district. This is the "main street" of the entire community, and where many people could be found

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Nearly ever week there was some concert going on at the pavilion, the local concert hall. It was outdoor, and the music could be heard across the entire community.

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So I've come to realise that my hometown is one of the whitest places in the USA.

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The Woodlands has dozens of public pools located throughout the community. Some are small lap pools, mainly used for exercise, and then there are the child-oriented pools.

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Literally across the street from the entrance of the woodlands is abject poverty, in the form of the historic and impoverished community of Tamina. I would always see it and ask about it, but was told to never go there, as it was not safe.

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The outdoor areas and parks were the most memorable places. Every day I would go to at least one of them, and most residents of the woodlands would go to one of the parks at least once a week. This was my favorite.

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The Woodlands is predominantly Christian, and so you will really only see decorations for western holidays, like Halloween, Easter, and especially Christmas.