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The lake in the woods About 15 years ago, my family lived in an old white farm house off Highway 87. The six of us brothers and sisters would pack a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of Mom’s homemade peach or blackberry preserves and a jug of Kool-Aid. We’d hike about a mile into the woods behind our house. There was this old hay barn and a lake. We’d catch catfish, swim or just play all day. This was the best picnic place in North Carolina. There was a tobacco field next to our house. After a few years they started using the lake to water their crops. This made the lake shallow and revealed old lawn mowers and all sorts of old junk that rested at the bottom of our perfect picnic site. Stephanie Grubb, Cameron | Central EMC |
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