I returned to White Lake for two reasons: to see how it has changed in the half-century since I hung out there, and to swim. It makes historical sense that swimming should come first, since hanging out came later. My first taste of “the lake,” as we called it, came when my family moved from Siler City to Clinton in the summer of 1966. We arrived to find that the house my father had purchased was… Source
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