This house was my grandparent’s. They lived in it for 30 years where they raised my half aunt and uncle. This house sits on 200 acres of land and for many summers in a row, it, and all the land, belonged to me and my friends. We felt so rich. Now when we were there for the summer all of the furniture, except for a few things, was moved out. We didn’t care though, we slept in sleeping bags in the middle of the living room. We could do anything we wanted, stay up as late as we wanted and play all night. Granted we were about 12 back then and staying up all night seemed almost impossible.

My grandparents sold this house when I was 14. They had moved into the city and could no longer afford to drive all the way into the city for work. I loved this house. It was where I learned to love the outdoors and everything that goes with it. My grandparents taught me how to drive a golf cart. My grandpa taught me how to fish and hunt raccoons with his famous coon hunting dogs. I loved my time here and I only wish I could have been there more. I miss running around inside and my grandpa showing me all of the cool secrets of the house like a hidden safe room. It was my palace and my playground for the summers I spent there, and I wouldn’t have traded them for anything.