Your favorite place

My favorite place in the whole world was my old house. The house I spent my child hood in. It's almost like that song by Miranda Lambert The House That Built Me. I had the best backyard in the world, and neighbors who were like family. In my back yard I could create anything I wanted. My imagination was at it's prime, and I could be happy with a stick and some rocks. I would sit and swing on my old swing set when I was sad. Climb on top of my fort we had in the back, and just think. Climb the trees to the side of my house, and see how high I could go.
Maybe I just miss the aspect of being a child, but I miss that old place.

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