By HOLLY TABOR/SLICE OF LIFE
My sister and I used to walk up and down the half mile-long gravel road that led to our home picking up the trash kids tossed out the windows of our school bus.
Trash bags in hand, we lifted neon green Ski bottles and empty Doritos bags, even cigarette butts, from among the blades of grass because somebody, somewhere told us that not only was trash on the side of the road ugly, it was bad for the environment.
This was our road. Our environment. It was our little highway, and we adopted it.