This blog was originally posted on the Banjo Hangout, due to the sincerity of what I wrote (and due in part to the fact that I am too lazy to write a new one) I chose to modify it and re-post it here. I'm glad to be here amongst all my gangsta buddies!

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Looking back on my childhood, the fondest memories are those of plodding around my grandparents' farms. Throwing rocks, shooting slingshots, fishing in farm ponds. I remember Grandma's vivid ghost stories (The Old Rockhouse Ghost in Stokes County). She would gather all of us kids together on the front porch after dark and weave her ghostly stories while rocking in her old cane-bottomed rocker.

I remember corn shuckings, hog killings and quilting bees. All forms of maintaining the sense of community and family. I remember