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A Riveting, Exciting And Thoroughly Compelling Tale Of Adventure.

I Grew Up In A Very Small, Close-knit, Southern Baptist Family, Where Everything Was Off-limits. So I Couldn't Wait To Get To College And Have Some Fun. And I Did For The First Two Years. And I Regret A Lot Of It, Because My Grades Were In Terrible Shape.

I Was Tired Of Secrets, Tired Of Seeing Things I Was Not Supposed To See. And So I Just Cried.

In Little Pockets Of Conversation, Old Men Were Telling Stories Of Ancient Floods. Women Were Talking Of About How Much Rain There'd Been In Other Towns -- Paragould, Lepanto, And Manila.

I Was On The Verge Of Tears, So I Turned And Ran Past The Trailer And Along The Field Road Until I Was Safely Out Of Their Sight. Then I Ducked Into The Cotton And Waited For Friendly Voices. I Sat On The Hot Ground, Surrounded By Stalks Four Feet Tall, And I Cried, Something I Really Hated To Do.