waterfalls and palm trees or mountains that stretch as far as you can see. To me it is a little, white

farmhouse that sits in a small town called Nevada Mills. Just picturing it floods my mind with the most

incredible childhood memories that I could never forget. I see the old wooden diving board that is still

perched on the pier as if prideful of its duration throughout the years. The stone fireplace still stands

in the front yard stained with the smoke from countless hot dog and marshmallow roasts. The big oak

tree stands with outstretched branches ready to take us back into its limbs.

As I walk into the house and to the little bedroom, I rememb

The sense of security rocked me to sleep every night. As I lay there in my mother's childhood bedroom

gentle and loving. Our conversations never give way to arguments or harsh words.

words and mornings with false hope of a new day rich in color. So you can see why my grandparents

house is the most beautiful place in the world to me. When you grow up and leave things behind you start

er the nights when I would stay over.

next minute we are balancing a checkbook. Dressing down in our underwear on those hot summer days

suddenly transforms into the reality of dressing up for those job interviews.

to realize just how important they really are. I think this is why we start to miss our childhood, we miss the

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