Page 27, Bare Ass Beach

When I was about ten we (the neighborhood kids) went to a swimming hole, the older boys named it BARE Ass BEACH.  That was ok with me because I  thought they were calling it ‘Brass Beach,’ but there was always a snicker when I told Mom that I was going to Brass Beach. I always wondered why the snicker.

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