Week 6 Pormpt # 26

26. You haven't been there since you were little. Now you go back...

My Grandma and Grandpa live in Pennsylvania. They have this huge farm house, with a barn that has at least three horses. They live on a hill and as you look down onto the yard you see a very large pond with a trail that circles around it that my Grandpa mows all throughout the summer. Across from the large pond is a very small pond that has an underground tunnel. When my family and I lived in Pennsylvania we would often go and visit my grandparents and running down the hill to the pond with the trails soon became our favorite place to go. My brother, Stefan, and I would play down there for hours upon hours until night fall came and we could hear our parents calling us from the house.

I remember one time we were feeling a little brave while playing down by the pond. We were climbing down the side of the pond when Stefan lost his flip flop. We saw the flip flop floating in the water and wasn't quite sure what to do. Me being the older child I had to prove to Stefan that I was brave and could get his shoe easily. As I got closer and closer to the shoe, I slipped on a rock and fell into the water. Petrified I tried to keep my cool as the flip flop was my main priority at this point. The flip flop was finally in my sights, I grabbed it then swam to the closest rock, and I was safe. My brother's smile on his face was well worth it.

We also saw many snakes. This really creep-ed me out. I hate snakes and everything that has to do with them. Stefan was running ahead of me when I heard, "Ewww, gross! Sis, you gotta see this!" Thinking to myself, "Oh gosh, what did he find now?" I came up closer and I saw a black snake all mangled up, looked like my grandpa had run him over with the lawn mower. It was disgusting to saw the least.

After a year or so of playing almost everyday at the pond, my dads job led us to come back to Maine. Many years went by and the memories of the times we spent playing by the ponds drifted away. Well, this past summer my family took a trip up to see my grandparents. I was super excited to see them. They still lived in the same farm house, but it seemed that over the years things have changed. Their horses were gone, and the barn looked like it had not been used in quite some time. It was sad to see. I was 21, my brother 19, and we saw it! We looked down over the hill and saw the ponds where he had spent so much time together as children. Just then all the memories swarmed both his and my heads. We looked at each other and smiled like we both knew what was going through each others minds. Just then we took off down the hill to see the ponds and the trails and play like we once had.

Although we were at least 10 or so years older than we were the last time we had played there, we didn't care because at last we had gone back to a place that we hadn't been to in so long. We pondered over the memories of the flip flop incident and remembered about the nasty snake all mangled that we found.  Going back to a place we hadn't been to in so long was a memory in it self that neither Stefan or I will ever forget.