The Special Barn I woke that early mid-summer morning anxious to get back to my great-grandparents house so I could find my new collection of what I called my new toys but yet they were several years old and most definitely not toys. I ran through the hall way my feet pushing on the wet carpet that had just been shampooed. I turned the kitchen corner to find my father in his usual chair with …showed first 75 words of 997 total…

…showed last 75 words of 997 total…the chest and went for the steps. I slid myself down the steps knowing that as soon as I got back to my father I was going to be in trouble for playing in the barn in the first place. Oh well, this was my special place. The place where I would go to get away from childhood things, pretend I was someone else and sometimes even an older person. I love that old barn.