| Every year for my summer vacation, I would go to my sister place in Tennessee A little town called Puryear. I have always remembered till this day of all times that I have spent there as a child.It was a place that was deep in my heart and all the fun of berry picking for jam that my sister would make. Walking the roads and the fishing was the best thing her husband and son would always treat me to. I dream till this day that I am still out there. One day I promise I will go back to stay. Submitted By: Robert Marine from IL on 2010-01-01 |
