My earliest memory of Myrtle Beach is camping in the big blue tent behind the house. I don't know what year that was or how old I was. I only have an image in my mind of the tent, the yard and the sliding glass door into Mama Bett's room. The next memory is being stopped at the top of the ferris wheel looking out over the ocean.
I hope you will comment and add your memories too!
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