It's no wonder I love history as I do. It began early, and I'm thankful for my wonderful family that took me to it so early. Charleston as one of my first experiences was a beautiful one - sunny battery walks with sparkling water, wind-sung boat rides in the harbor, chalk grey naval ships, the mystique of famous fort, the grand avenue of oaks at Boone Hall, and the somber, cell-like slave quarters. These were visions I absorbed and knew, even at a young age, were part of who I was ~ who we all are, for better or worse. I knew even then it needed to be visited and studied.
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