A friend of mine, Katy, tagged me! I've never played computer tag before. I had to show the fourth picture in the fourth folder, so this is it. I think I've shown it before.
This is the farm where I grew up. That's my grandparents' house on the left down at the bottom of the hill. You can barely see the front of the barn before you get to their house. We lived right across the road from them until I was fourteen. We then moved up to the top of the hill where I was standing to take this photo.
I never connected to the new house like I did our old one; probably because I had spent my formative years in our little one. That's a pretty steep hill between Grandma's house and ours. I used to be able to ride my bike SITTING DOWN almost all the way to the top before I'd fall over in exhaustion. And I'm not talking ten-speed mountain bike either. It was a Schwinn with coaster brakes and NO speeds. I think that's why I still, to this day, have rockhard leg muscles.
So that's my story, Katy, and I'm sticking to it! Thanks for playing tag with me.