Where I grew

This is where my very first roots were planted.

It's quiet and simple. It's changed over the years, but it's stayed the same. The most important things are still there.

Drove nearly two hours yesterday to visit. The above photo was my view while waiting for my Dad to get home from work.

I'm twenty-seven years old and the tall pine has been there since I can remember. Even in photos before I was alive, it was there.
The hills behind it are where I played. I ran through the hills with my dogs and made furniture out of oddly shaped rocks. There were vines to swing from and flowers to pick. Fields of corn to plant with my grandfather and evenings of lying in the porch swing.
My childhood was rocky, but so very rich.