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One of the oldest and most vibrant memories I have is from when I was about five years old. I am being dragged by my teenage brother in a Philadelphia Flyer wagon, at an excessive speed, over a bumpy Macadam road at Eigth Lake State Campground. The road turned into a trail and continued through a tunnel of thick evergreen trees that led to a timber bridge over a small brook. It was morning and the air was crisp. Once at the bridge, my brother took off his sneaks, hopped into the shallow water, and was gone. Leaving me on the bridge sitting in the wagon.Read More →