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Dirt Road

When I was in kindergarten, the school bus didn’t go where I lived.  It would stop in the curve on the red dirt road where the massive old cedar tree stood.  My brother and I would get off the bus and start walking the quarter mile white dirt road to Nanny and Granddaddy’s.  Their small brick house stood at the end of the white dirt road, hidden by a thick screen of trees that bordered broad fields of tall tobacco. Continue reading