My First Experience with Nature.

The earliest and my most fond memories I have of the outdoors usually takes place at my Grandma and Grandpa's farmhouse. They have about 1500 acres and yet I was able to walk the whole property in an hour and a half, even stopping to smell the Gerbera bushes along the way. I specifically liked going over for Thanksgiving as autumn is my favourite time of year, the leaves changing color and the cool air is such a pleasant feeling to me. My brother and I would take out the quad and drive around the yard until he got bored and went inside, unfortunately this meant I was alone quite often but it didn't really bother me at all. My grandparents house is a massive place right outside town that my Grandpa built from scratch about 40 years ago so its certainly settled into its spot by now. They have a wonderful collection of trees in the front of the house near the staircase. They all bend in cool ways so I made my own fort out of the branches complete with a table and chairs set from two old stumps and an upside down wheelbarrow. The rest of the field near the front was all for the cows, I distinctly remember trying to talk to them and being looked at like a freak... So apparently you can be judged by cows. The chickens coop was one of the coolest places to me by far though, the little barn Grandpa had built was just big enough for me to fit in and I would sit on the rafters that were technically designed for the chickens but I liked for myself. As much of a city girl I am I actually loved the way it smelt there too, it smelled so freeing and the air was amazingly clean and the cold of it would always sting the back of my nose but it never made me even slightly unhappy. Up the back of the chicken coop was a long road that would wind pretty much full circle the lower part of the property, that's where I first learned to drive the quad, Daniel kept yelling at me to kick it down from fifth gear but alas I am too stubborn to go slow! Last time I was at the farm I was so pleasantly surprised to see that the fence up there is still as stable as ever, a rod-iron fence with cool swirls carved into it, I still am not sure what it says but that's not so bad. I could have stayed forever at there house, with the massive fruit garden in the back, the beehives, the lush flower garden or the awesome sink hole in the backyard that I use to toss rocks into just to watch them sink; everything there was perfect, and I felt like I was as far out of town as possible even though its just a measly 45 minutes! I think, though, the thing that really makes me the happiest, and in tern the saddest, is that it still feels the same way it did before my grandma died... She passed away when I was 7 but I still feel her there, I sometimes will sit under their crab apple trees and try to talk to her. The place will always feel so homely to me, maybe because of how many memories I have there or just because that's where all the family feels really together.

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