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Lake Waccamaw

When I was little, my dad would drive me and my siblings out to Lake Waccamaw in the summers. But I distinctly remember one time just he and I left for an afternoon on a whim. We told my mom we were going for ice cream, and we got in the car, and started driving to the lake. We got ice cream when we got there (3 hours later), but just stayed there on the dock hanging out until evening. Mother was livid when we finally got home, but it was wonderful - just my dad and I together for an out-of-the-ordinary afternoon. It was a simpler time, indeed.

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