you get further and further away from the city life. Coming close to all of the people of their homeland that they
love dearly.
Looking to the left, you see fields. There are tractors and
pick-up trucks in every drive way. There are houses, all of them big enough for whoever lives there, and small enough for comfort.
Everyone will know who you are, and they will wave. The
hillbillies on their front porch drinkin beer and havin a good old time. Children will run around and ride bikes. The older kids will be on trampolines, and climbing trees, doing wrekless things, because down in Augusta, you make your own fun. No cell phones work up there so we find things to occupy ourselves. Almost everyone by the age of 12 knows how to drive and we just go back and forth, down the dirt roads.
Many people will get you to go out and race fourwheelers. It's almost like a life game out there in the country. We look for cops, but none ever come back to that part, because everyones good. Well for us, country hillbillies, were about as good as we can get.
The fields, the barns, they all smell like dirty animals, and manuer, but we are used to it. It's an amazing place and nobody has to worry about anything, because there hasn't been much crime or anything up there in a long while. It is creepy at night though, because it's surrounded by woods.
Waking up to the sound of Roosters every morning is peaceful.
I love going to Augusta, and when I go I try to stay as long as I can.
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