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Growing Up In The South

Childhood memories that last a lifetime

Photo by Stacy Johnson

I picked up a few rocks and threw them at the frogs hopping across the road on their way to the ditch to cool off from the hot summer day. “Gal, leave those frogs along. They’re not bothering you,” Mr. Henry said from his yard. He had just mowed the front and back yard yesterday. I did not see any reason for him to cut it again this evening. He already had…

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Stacy Johnson

Stacy Johnson

Writer. Poet. Artist. Photographer.

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