I was nervous. The day had come for me to cross the threshold from little kid to big kid and I was terrified. Under Carolina blue skies, I traversed the gravel parking lot where my brothers and other kids from the quarters spent lazy summer afternoons squinting for glinting chunks of fool’s gold. The rocks crunching under my feet sent a pang of worry through my small body.
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