I learned that Dunkin Donuts are amazing. And I also learned that Krispy Kremes are
even better. I’m sure I had them before
that summer, but the only donuts I can recall having before that summer were the
small powdered-sugar or chocolate covered Hostess ones, and that was on a rare
occasion. But these donuts were fresh,
hot, sweet, taste bud blasting amazingness.
And if you were ready for church early enough on Sunday morning to ride
with UD, you just might get a whole dozen of Krispy Kremes for your-self. Now that’s how every Sunday should start.
I learned that no matter how confident I felt or how proud I
thought I looked while riding a horse named Pondy at the Wilson farm, the pride
would fall and the confidence would crumble if a porch full of whoopers and
hollerers startle said horse and nearly case the premature end of my young
life.
I learned that if you out-hustle and out play, Hiram, the
token black guy of the rather sizable youth group and the best basketball
player among them, then you quickly earn the respect and friendship of all the
other members of the group. I think
Hiram may have been glad to see me go back to Tennessee.
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