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I was born and raised in a very small town in Deep East Texas. The Piney Woods they call it. Jasper. The kind of town that rolled up at dark. A place where you are a name, not a number. We lived in Harrisburg, a small community that was eight miles outside the city limits. I, the eldest of four, and not particularly fond of sweating or getting dirty, still wonder how I survived living in the country. I remember summers spent outside from daylight to dark. We spent hours in the fields behind our house playing baseball and riding 4-wheelers. I can remember gathering dewberries for mom to make homemade jellies. There were chickens, cows, and horses to be fed. There were many days spent picking vegetables from the garden, followed by time spent cleaning and putting away all of what was collected. I recall shelling purple hull peas while watching episodes of Hee Haw and can still remember our purple stained fingers once all the work was done. I did not appreciate all of the efforts spent in the garden or on the farm back then, but I think very fondly of them now. I didn’t know then that eggs fresh from the chicken yard would be more of a treasure than a chore.. I had no way of knowing then that eating a tomato fresh from the vine would bring the joy that it does now. I graduated from this small country town and left it behind for the past paced city life. It has been years since I lived in the country and visit home from time to time. I never thought the day would come that I would miss living in a rural community. I still want to have the modern conveniences of the city that I have grown to love, but deep, deep down I am nothing but a good ole
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