I’m from Baltimore City, but my grandparents on my father’s side are from outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. That’s where the family reunion is held every other year. My dad’s been several times, but I only decided to tag along once. I thought it would be cool to meet a bunch of people I’ve never heard of but are supposedly related to me.
The reunion itself was just ok. But the best part for me was hanging out in the rural South. I had never actually seen a cotton field in real life. Life is a little different down there. I’m glad I had the chance to check it out.
