dancerjodi

When I was a little girl my I would go stay at this farm house with my Grandmother. My Uncle made a tree house for my brother and I, we would love it out there far away from the city. My Gram would make these homemade donuts in a cast iron cauldron just like the old days. There was this Wolfe hi-bred that would come around and guard me, it was like I was his pup or something. It was a special time for me to simply be a kid and explore nature since there wasn't much where we lived. I still recall my last sight of the old farmhouse as we drove off when my Gram had to move, and I swear (even tho my mother says I imagined it) that I heard a wolfes cry of goodbye. This is one of my fondest childhood memories the other can be viewed at http://www.livejournal.com/talkpost.bml?itemid=3774953