Most of my young life I believed Id leave the small town the first chance I got: Id go away to university, get a job and rarely look back.
Although it was my home town, I felt it was nothing special.
But at 17 an opportunity arose for a trainee reporter at my local newspaper the Annandale Herald.
As luck would have it, even though I was very young, the job was mine.
I can honestly say I didnt really appreciate Lockerbie until I become a reporter . . . and even then it took me a while.
As a child and in my early teens Lockerbies charms were entirely lost on me.
People would ask me what there was to do in Lockerbie and Id say nothing Lockerbie is a town most famous for its role in the air disaster.
Whenever Id go on family holidays in my younger years and people would ask where we were from, they would go quiet when we said Lockerbie and a sort of pity would form in their eyes.
Ill never truly know what people expect Lockerbie to be like. Maybe they expect a giant crater in the middle of the town where the plane fell? (Even though the plane didnt fall in our town centre.)
Maybe they imagine the plane took out half the towns buildings, from the schools to the high street shops, and we never rebuilt?
I always think people imagine the town will scream of devastation, that sadness will hang in the air and that Lockerbie will display obvious marks of suffering.
In all honesty, Lockerbie just looks like a normal town. Yes we have memorials and many are well sign posted, but were not just a tragedy town, were so much more.
Ive only ever known life after the disaster and while it serves as an important part of Lockerbie and the worlds history, and a great scholarship programme has blossomed out of the tragedy, people would be foolish to think Lockerbie is just a town that played home to terror and misfortune in December 1988.
Through my job there is a good chance I know Lockerbie maybe not more than most but in a way many never will.
As a local news reporter, every week I meet people willing to give up their time for the town for no real gain of their own.
There are hosts of groups from the Christmas Lights, who aim to make Lockerbie sparkle, to the Gala, who strive to uphold Lockerbies century-old riding of the marches tradition and organise a good knees up for all.
And some people really stand out . . . from the publicans whose bars imitate a TVs Cheers-type atmosphere where everyone really does know your name,to the business owners willing to donate to every cause, and community stalwarts who just live to see Lockerbie shine.
Yes Lockerbie locals have their grumbles, they make their jibes, but ultimately there is a very strong and admirable sense of community spirit in Lockerbie.
Globally Lockerbie makes the news quite frequently for one of the saddest reasons imaginable, but locally we have an abundance of good news to share about a vast array of talented, interesting, friendly and hard working people.
What happened on December 21 1988 will always be a part of Lockerbie but for so many of us who truly call Lockerbie home we will not let that act of terror define us.
Forward Lockerbie!
