Old Memories

Today I went to my childhood home.  Well at least from the time I was five till I was half way into my seven grade year.  It was nice to see it, and it was a sad experience to see how much it has changed.  I remember the years I was there how hard my parents worked to make it is a beautiful and welcoming place.  The roads were in poor condition and the old walk bridge over the creek was twisted and buckled in several locations.  The lake no longer was kept and clear around the perimeter.  The homes that were there were looking old and neglected.  The old wooden barn that I had spent so much time with my father was laying in a heap of twisted and rotting timbers.  The older stone house had lost it's roof but the stone silo stood in pride, surrounded by new trees and vines trying to hide it's presence to the world.  How I miss the animals, the long walks in the woods, and sitting in a boat lazily floating with my pole in the waters waiting for a fish to bite.  It was nice to take a stroll down memory lane and show my wife where I grew up and the place I so loved.