Taking a trip down memory lane. My brother just recently got married in the town we grew up in (Hilliard, Fl), and while heading out to decorate for his occasion, my mother and I took a trip down memory lane. When my mom and dad divorced, I was nine and my brother was five, we moved to Hillard. (they live beside each other currently and are the best of friends) We headed out to the "farm" in which my papa raised our family on. We had 180 acres of ponds, pastures and pins. He raised cows, chickens, geese, rabbits, horses, pigs and everything else you think of when you hear the word farm.
My dad had built me a playhouse when I was 3 years old. He allowed my mother to move it away with us. As we were driving around and reminiscing about our life on the farm we finally came to the spot in which our home use to sit. Our home is no longer there, but guess what still was? My old playhouse. I was so excited to see it. I took some pictures with my cell phone.
I was so exited to see it still standing there and have so many wonderful memories of this place.
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