By Braxton King
Give me a dinged up wooden bat from hitting rocks, friends who lived all around me, a creek in which to dam up and catch salamanders and crawdads, an asphalt basketball court to play on by the moonlight, a string to tie to a June bug’s leg, a Mason jar to put fire flies in, a church to walk to where we heard about Jesus, a school around the corner where everyone knew my whole family, a bike to ride with a life preserver for a seat, laughing until my belly hurt, and parents that let me explore and enjoy the great outdoors. Along with all that, give me running all day barefoot until our feet were like shoe leather, laying on a bank at night counting stars, crawling through culverts under the road with no fear of snakes, getting excited about a trip to the big Whitley City, playing army with guns made out of electric tape and wood, and a place where punishment was having to stay indoors. That, my friend, was what growing up in Revelo, KY was like for me!
