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It's your turn to give us your Neewollah Stories. If you have a story to tell and it fits within one of the subjects below we would love to hear it. We will be opening new subjects from time to time so please check back. If your story doesn't fall into one of these areas, email it to stories@neewollah.com and we will consider using it.
As with everything, there are some rules.
Keep it Clean - This is a Family Website and we have readers of all ages. Both the subject matter and the language must be appropriate for all ages.
You Must Provide an EMail Address- Your email address will be kept private but the only way we have to control the site is to request your email address. The first time you submit a story you will receive an email. Your story will not be posted until you click on the link in the email you receive.
Keep it Positive- This is a FUN area. Please keep your stories fun and interesting. If you have a complaint please contact the General.
Names & Addresses- Please limit your use of full names, addresses, phone numbers and other contact information.
Neewollah reserves the right to edit and remove stories for any reason.
Queen Neelah, Your Stories
Author: Posted Date: 10/8/2007 5:11:46 PM
The Queen Neelah Coronation has been part of Neewollah since the beginning. Many competed, few were crowned but all who competed are winners. If you competed for Queen Neelah and have a story to tell, this is your chance.
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Your Stories
Author: Posted Date: 10/9/2006 7:36:44 AM
Or maybe we should call it "Busting at the Food Stands". We all have our favorite place to eat at Neewollah. It might be a corn dog or some apple fritters or maybe a funnel cake. I've heard stories of kids (anywhere from 5 years old to 70 years old) planning their route. Others of us start at the top on the west side and don't stop until we have made it back up the hill on the east side. For me, I always grab a corn-on-the-cob as I head home from an evening of fun but I never make it past the trash can sitting in front of the Chamber office. I know because my cob gets thrown into it every time. I'm always tempted to head back for another and then I remember, there is another night.
Enough of me... It's your turn. Tell us your Food Stand Story.
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