We moved a lot during my childhood. Thirty-Four times to be exact. Surprisingly, my parents weren’t running from the law, and no, I wasn’t an army brat. My dad’s job just required a lot of moving and traveling. After moving all around The United States, if someone asked me my favorite spot, I’d have to say my South Carolina.
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