Old Shed
I spent many childhood hours pawing through jumbles of faded treasure in this shed and some more teenage hours looking for peace. That's all.
4.12.2008
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4 comments :
beautiful picture!
Love it!
I always wanted something like this when I was going through my teenage years.
i think if i saw that shed anywhere, it would still remind me of you.
I spent most moments of both perfect peace and raging tumult in secret woodsy places, and, seconding that, in hay-filled wagons (burrowed under hay bales) or swinging my legs from the rafters of the horse barn where the wall had conveniently rotted away to let in a great view of the valley. This shed, though, was filled with treasure and faintly remembered pieces of childhood, which made it top-notch, too.
Now I feel guilty for having an overabundance of good places to hide myself. If only every tortured teen could have the same...(tongue in cheek).
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