In May of 1949, my mother gave birth to me after three years of infertility. Because of this, I often joke that I was the most loved child in all of Southern Ohio. When I was a bit older, my family moved to Chesapeake, Ohio to a housing community that was just starting to develop. Before all the construction took over, I would walk up to the hills that weren’t cleared off and breathe in the summer air. You could see the sun peeking over the treetops and smell the sharp scent of pine. I used to go up on the hillside and sit and think about things. My childhood was full of simple times like that.

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| Writer: Colleen Walker | Editors: Kristen Petronio; Adam Savage |

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