The log cabin I grew up in did not have electricity, running water or a bathroom, and it was heated with an old woodstove. The cabin was surrounded by tobacco fields which my Dad, Grandpaw and other family members helped take care of. I remember getting to ride on the horse-drawn tobacco sled to and from the field. Back then my days were spent playing with my cousin outside taking turns riding my pedal car and my tricycle. We did not have much money then, but we had what counted: love.

Wanda Burke, Mocksville, EnergyUnited