boy do i ever have roots. nothing says welcome home like an organic compost, some free-range chickens, and an old hoodie with my high school logo on it.  i've got rad roots.  roots that i get to introduce to my children every single fall--for the rest of their lives.  that, i dig.  my little brother, michael. my mom's house perfectly nestled between the beautiful fall colors. right after we arrived and was enroute to my momma's house...i hear the back window roll down.  i see nathan inch his way out of his seat, sticking his curly head out the window while hollering and pointing with the purest of excitement "LOOK MOMMY...A HILL!!...ANOTHER HILL!!".  bless that little flat-land-florida-boy's heart. his excitement had me revved up and ready to hit one of those hills as soon as we parked it at momma's.  we jumped out of the car and made a bee-line for the hill.  i even ran down the hill while ...

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