The Special Barn

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 …

…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.