I have never picked more peas in my life.
My pops can grow a mean baby carrot.
There's nothing better than chilled watermelon.
New toys are a v. big deal at my parents' house (and I will never fully escape my redneck roots).
I sometimes prefer the company of dogs.
First-cut hay in the Lou trumps all
Blacksburg will always be there.
My mom will forever see faces in trees.
And everyone grows up one day...
... some just later than others.
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