When I was a kid I loved to play for hours in my Granddad's barn. There among the old boards, dry hay and scurry of mouse feet it was easy to create another mysterious world in my childhood mind. Hours flew by and the only thing dragging me back was Grandma's call "Ya'll come on in to supper!"
This isn't Granddad's barn - it has been gone for many years. But every time I see an old barn, I remember the wonderful times treasured.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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