My answer was "sure did, lots and my sister, of course!" Yes, we lived 3 miles up a winding gravel road (MOST of it is paved now), drove almost an hour each way to school (in a camp van), had a rock collection (we had one of those rock tumblers) and took vaulting lessons (gymnastics on horseback), but I thought that was all very normal! I guess I should admit that the mountains didn't always have such a fond place in my heart. At 9, I was the new kid in school with a southern accent so thick that I basically spoke a different language than my classmates. I was asked to repeat everything about 5 times before I got a look of vague comprehension. I tried really hard to leave that middle Georgia twang at home, but it was a part of me. Much like those farm country roots (more on that later), I try to stay true to my mountain roots in life in the hustle bustle of the fabulous city of Atlanta (more on that later too).
A few more mountain pictures...I cannot take credit for these amazing shots. My parents' friend took these...this is a property by my parent's home...AND...it's for sale, so if you want to make a purchase in Brevard, you are in luck!