Our barn on
Stonebrook Farm, where I grew up.
We had chickens in there, all named Brittney. We had stake dances, Halloween parties, Ward Nativity/Christmas Programs in there. We would explore the indoor silos, climb and make forts out of hay bails, play basketball, swing, fight and run away and hide from the chores we were supposed to be doing. Looking back it just seems like one of those dreams you have over and over again. Those were great times in our family.