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I was going through some of my old pictures and found this little treasure. I took it clear back in april or may and it just touches my little heart strings. This view is right at the bottom of the hill to the home I grew up in. We used to go camping up in those mountains. Behind me is my dad's fields where the grain is just starting to come up, and also the barn that holds so many memories. I'm so grateful for parents who raised me the way they did, and where they did. I love the old dirt road that I would ride my pedal bike down and by the time I got to main road my arms and legs would be so shook up they would be vibrating and itchy. Then, the small pond that was probably so dirty we should have never got in it, but we did, almost everyday some summers. I love the big willow tree and the mountain behind our house that had so many "secret" forts. Riding club in the summer, and sledding in the winter then come in to hot chocolate and homemade chili my mom had made. This place holds so many memories, and mostly because of who I was with. Family, is so important and i'm so glad that I got stuck with mine.

From Colt and Serene