I don't know why, but for some reason this picture reminds me of my Grandparent's old farm. It was such a fun place to go and visit as a kid. It had wonderful nooks and crannies everywhere, perfect for hiding in or stashing secrets, and enough climbing trees to keep you busy for hours.
Then there was the barn; which had it's own aura of fascination and mystery. I remember smells of hay and dust and long ago animals tickling my nose as soon as I walked through the door. Once inside my sisters and I could play hide-and-seek or treasure hunt through the twisted remains of farm equipment. all the while the floors and walls would creak, and the wind would whistle spookily through the spaces between the boards making delicious shivers run up my spine.
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that old barn.
that old house.
how i miss them.
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