Born and Raised
On Sunday, my mom and I took a drive to the farm I grew up on, North Wales Farm.
Visiting here always brings an ease over me and reminds me of a simpler time in my life when my biggest worry was making it home from my day’s adventures before dark.
In my little girl eyes, this farm was an endless play ground, filled with miles of country to explore. I can’t tell you the number of times I drove my mom’s old Buick down this dusty dirt road, sitting in her lap, feeling like I could conquer the world. Or how many times my cousins and I got into trouble, sneaking off to build forts in the woods.
Time passed slowly here and I spent as many hours outside as I could.
On Saturdays I loved watching hot air balloons land, one after another, always racing my bike to meet the balloon riders and celebrate their landing with champagne and apple juice (for me).
I think we had every animal a little girl could dream of from a pony named “Pretty Girl” to a billy goat named “Billy” (I know creative), even two guinea pigs named “Burt and Ernie”. I would regularly head down to the pasture and feed our ponies some of my m&m cookies.
We always had a huge garden in our back yard and I loved stealing tomatoes right off the vine, eating them just like apples.
Often I come back here in my day dreams and think of the many happy memories this place brought. I try to slow down time for just one moment and remember that I’m still that country girl simply exploring the world.
This ones my old house.
My grandparents old house.
Also my parents got married right in the front yard.
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