Whenever I visit Mom and Dad’s house, memories of my childhood hit me from every direction. Seriously. There’s not one place on that farm that doesn’t hold some kind of memory for me.
Most of those memories are good. Especially in my younger days. We’d go swimming in the creek. Ride horses through the pasture. Play in the barn. Fish in the pond. I could go on and on.
But to be honest, I do remember a time when I didn’t care much for farm life. My teenage years. Suddenly, life on the farm felt very un-cool.
Now that I’m grown up with a family of my own, my perspective has once again changed. It's funny how differently I now see my parents' farm. I thought I’d share a few examples with you.
Now I like to say it has lots of “rustic charm.”
Especially now that I see it through my daughters’ eyes.
I'd love to hear about your childhood home. Do you see it differently today? Leave me a comment and share some of your favorite memories!