Life on the farm
The place on earth that holds the most dreams and memories for me is a hundred and twenty-eight acre farm in north western Maryland where life and time truly run in circles. This small, rundown farm is made up of hilly, rocky land with a shallow stream and open valleys. I was raised here, learned to ride horses and climb trees here, and I saw, first hand, the circular nature of life. On a farm, the animals' lives run in similar, circular patterns. The young are born, grow and play until it is time for them to go or they die. Puppies grow into dogs, calves into cows and foals into horses. On the farm and in my life pain was part of the circle. Despite the pain, the worst of which was my father's death, the magic and the memories of this place beckon me to return, raise a family and die here, and to complete my own circle.My memories range from the first time I walked through the house at the age of three, to the day the Berlin wall fell, to the morning I found out my dad passed away. I can still see the house through the eyes of a three-year-old. I could barely see over the banister. The air smelled musty as we wandered through the large rooms most with high ceilings and wood floors. It had very large open windows for an early
I worked on the many fences of the farm, barely feeling anything as the sharp, metal, barbed wire and thorn bushes left long gashes on my arms and legs. I remember seeking sanctuary more than once in the tall grass of an open field or the high branch of a sycamore tree. If time truly does run in circles then someday my children will have children and want to raise them on a small farm, maybe even the very farm they were raised on. I walked downstairs having my whole day planned in my head. The radio was turned up loud because one of my favorite songs had just gone off. Many who deal with constant teasing retreat into their minds and become shy. I hope that she will remember important things that happened in her childhood so she can look back on them, when she is grown, and see what the land meant for her. I also hope that my special place will hold the same refuge to them as it did me for my childhood. Hidden there in the tall damp grasses or the leaf burdened branches I would feel safe and would stay for hours watching nature and day dreaming. I don't remember which humans were with me, but the animals I can name and number. One dream that, like the past, I will never be able to change is how I hope to return to Maryland and raise horses and children on a hundred and twenty-eight acres of rocky and hilly land. I grew up with three older brothers and had more than my fair share of bullying and teasing.
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