Wednesday, January 25, 2012
My grandfathers farm
When I was around 6 years old I always loved going to my grandfathers farm. The country air was easy to wake up to with the bright yellow sunshine and roosters crowing in the open field near the barn. Perfect place for a skinny kid to run about and find treasures and just be a kid! The wide open green fields of hay swaying in the hills just up ahead. I would get lost for hours in the old dingy barn my grandfather would use for his rusty tools and outdated farming equipment. The "blue river", my family called it, ran down of the middle of the back forty with its clear angelic water running down stream. I miss those early days. Now it's all about being a grown up and I think to myself "only to be a kid again with not a care in the world".
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Kid need to be able to have lots of times like these where lifes careless. It's good you had times like these to look back on! Even though growing up sucks!
ReplyDeleteThat is one thing I hate, growing up. I am still kind of young but like you said, "...only to be a kid again with not a care in the world." I miss those days. I liked the fact that I could picture the farm and the "blue river".
ReplyDeleteI think we all have that place we went to as a kid to get away and explore, and that sounds like a great place! Even as we grow up we all need a place to go to get away. Maybe you could go back there some day!
ReplyDeleteI like it because you described it really well and you could visualize it like how you said "The wide open green fields of hay swaying in the hills just up ahead." Truthfully nobody ever likes growing up but sadly we all do eventually.
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