I only lived in Provo for about 6 months while attending UVSC (UVU now), and I sold my apartment contract and moved down to Springville. All in all, I lived in Utah County for about two years. Provo was pretty bad, but Springville was quite nice.
Growing up though, it was all in Wood Cross and Bountiful, north of Salt Lake City. About 1/3 of my friends weren't members of the church, but they really weren't treated any differently than my friends who were members of the church. And on the flip side, they weren't any less of "good guys" than the member kids and the member kids weren't any more moral.
A lot of it comes down to how your parents and your friends' parents react to things, I guess. The first time my friends Zach and Lon came over (Zach had a purple mohawk and Lon had dyed red hair with a somewhat inflammatory Bad Religion t-shirt on), my parents could have discouraged it. Instead they were totally cool and welcoming. More of my friends from that circle used to hang out at my place, and even my most sheltered of LDS friends opened up to that group. Heck, while I was gone on my mission, they used to drop in and just hang out with my parents for an hour or so 2-3 times a month or they'd eat dinner there.
I just didn't grow up around people who shut themselves out or wagged their finger toward non-members or members who had issues, I guess. I don't know many that did. I'd hear stories about "the kid who couldn't play with others because he wasn't a Mormon," but they were typically legend and nobody actually knew that kid or their family.
Sucks that people deal with intolerance, wherever it stems from. I just didn't grow up around a lot of it, and I'm always grateful for that.
Growing up though, it was all in Wood Cross and Bountiful, north of Salt Lake City. About 1/3 of my friends weren't members of the church, but they really weren't treated any differently than my friends who were members of the church. And on the flip side, they weren't any less of "good guys" than the member kids and the member kids weren't any more moral.
A lot of it comes down to how your parents and your friends' parents react to things, I guess. The first time my friends Zach and Lon came over (Zach had a purple mohawk and Lon had dyed red hair with a somewhat inflammatory Bad Religion t-shirt on), my parents could have discouraged it. Instead they were totally cool and welcoming. More of my friends from that circle used to hang out at my place, and even my most sheltered of LDS friends opened up to that group. Heck, while I was gone on my mission, they used to drop in and just hang out with my parents for an hour or so 2-3 times a month or they'd eat dinner there.
I just didn't grow up around people who shut themselves out or wagged their finger toward non-members or members who had issues, I guess. I don't know many that did. I'd hear stories about "the kid who couldn't play with others because he wasn't a Mormon," but they were typically legend and nobody actually knew that kid or their family.
Sucks that people deal with intolerance, wherever it stems from. I just didn't grow up around a lot of it, and I'm always grateful for that.