I grew up right across the street from what is now the Sherman Branch Mountain Bike Trails. I spent many summers exploring the land, wading through the creeks catching crawdads, climbing trees and swinging on cut vines like Tarzan. I remember one day as I was roaming through the woods I noticed something that did not fit in the landscape, so I decided to take a look and investigate. As I got closer I realized that it was a grave. Of course being only 6 years old at the time my mind started racin...
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