Originally Posted by Ramona Byrd

I would go back to my birthplace in West Virginia. Walk around the mountains where I did as a child, all by myself. I'd take pictures of the house where I was born, search under some of the huge rocks in the mountains where I hid treasures as a child. I'd dig under certain huge rocks for some of my uncles' jars of liquid lightening, and then meet again the cousins I haven't seen for a half century. We email each other but I don't remember those old folks whose pictures I see now and then in letters. They probably don't remember me now except we all have the family features and half the town is kin to either Mom or Dad.