> It the neighborhood where I grew up it was quite hilly. Mountainous, maybe. But there was one place that was flat. It was about half an acre and was just across the hollow from our house, so we played there a lot. We called it the flat place because there was only one. It was good for running around, but not wide enough for a ball game.
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This reminds me of growing up in Florida, only in the reverse. It was completely flat in my neighborhood, save for a slight hill at the end of one of the streets. This was a big attraction to us when riding our bikes. It would be the funnest thing in the world to ride to the top and then coast back down. We could occupy ourselves for quite some time with that.

Then we moved to West Virginia, in the Appalachian mountains. It was quite a change, let me tell you.

Mary "And now I navigate mountains by car for 20 minutes before getting to civilization." am