Our Town

Thornton Wilder’s Our Town is actually a play I hold very close to me.  In high school, our talented theatre program put on the production and I was cast as Emily.  I know it is kind of one of those plays that every school seems to do a production of and many perceive as being simple and cheesy, but I actually love it.  Admittedly, I most definitely have a bias towards it given my past experience with it; however, I love the simplicity of it.  I love the simple, small, close-knit depiction of Grover’s Corners.  I love the simple romance of Emily and George.  The simplicity is actually what makes the play.  It is its basis.  This is especially demonstrated, and in my opinion very well, in the third act with the realization of the small things meaning the most in life.  It’s funny; I could actually feel myself at the beginning of tearing up during certain parts toward the end.  I don’t think it was so much that I found it touching, as much as the fact that I had cried so many times saying those lines that it seemed almost involuntary to produce tears at the reading of those parts.  Reading the play now brought back such good memories.  It is definitely one of my favorite memories, if not my favorite memory, from high school and made me miss being in theatre.