When I was growing up in rural Alabama, it was impossible for me to register to vote. I didn't become a registered voter until I moved to Tennessee, to Nashville, as a student.

Growing up in east Tennessee gave me my country roots, my twang, and a lot of my stories.

Growing up on a mountain in Tennessee, I spent most of my childhood outside.

I have this sense that I didn't really start growing up until my twenties.

In 1965, the attempted march from Selma to Montgomery on March 7 was planned to dramatize to the state of Alabama and to the nation that people of color wanted to register to vote.

Growing up in Wales was a pretty Draconian experience with religion.