I was very fortunate to grow up on a farm deep in the woods of southern Tennessee, "the greenest state in the land of the free," as the song says. Immediately to the side of our house was a huge hallow with a small stream running through the middle of it. Enormous trees created a canopy over the top. Even in the hottest summers the canopy would keep the moss covered hillsides at a comfortable temperature to play from dawn until past dusk. There, at that little stream, is where my love of snakes came from.
There was a small waterfall with a pool below it where I built a lean-to among the trees. Frogs, toads, lizards, salamanders and turtles all came to visit me there. And oh how I relished the days that I found a snake!
We have tiny little sankes that we call, "Love snakes," or, "Ringnecks." They are black on top and white on their belly with a bright yellow ring around their necks. They are all over the woods (and sometimes in your house
); and they are so cute and sweet. They are the perfect first snake encounter for a little girl. They fit in palm of my loving, careful five year old hand. That was heaven.
On a really, really good day I would find a green snake hanging from a tree limb low enough for me to reach!
Oh, I saw plenty of poisonous snakes, too, but I just watched them watching me, and we never bothered each other. If they happened to be in my lean-to, I'd just go for a walk and pray they didn't eat one of my frogs!
I am 23 now, 24 in February, and I still want to hold every snake I see, and so does my daughter!
So what makes all of you love snakes?
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Bel 
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