By Amanda Finch
My cousin, Kevin, and I were (once upon a time) quite young; perhaps four years old at the time this tale took place.
We loved to loiter on our granny’s boat dock down on Lake LBJ. It may still have been called Lake Granite Shoals back then, but I was too young to know or care. Just as I was too young to know what it was we pulled out of the minnow net that day. Continue reading
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