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First Memory
Me and my older brother are sitting on the front porch steps outside our old Virginia house. Were building snowman with all the soft, white, fluffy snow that heavily fell the night before. I can still see him and I laughing and throwing snow at each other as we build all those little snowmen leading up to our front door. I've lived in a lot of places but Virginia and its memories always feel like home.
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