Coming Home: Warm welcome to new children of our state
Published 04/27/2013, INFORUM
I was 9 years old, and the mid-morning sun was beating down on the scoria road, turning the pink rocks to dust as my legs sent my bicycle tires spinning up the steep hill toward the mile of dirt, pavement and cow plops that separated me from my best friend.Word count: 708
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