When I was 3 years old, we lived in a big white farmhouse. (I double-checked with my mom on how old I was). I remember the barn stacked with hay and how I loved the smell. I remember climbing the stacks and falling in the loose hay at the bottom. But my favorite memory of that house is running through the tall grass in the meadow next to the house. The grass was almost as tall as I was. And when I laid down I could see nothing but blue sky and the grass immediately around me. I knew I was invisible to everyone around, but I was completely comfortable. I had no fear of being alone or of snakes, spiders or other critters that might be lurking in that tall grassy meadow. I was content to run and fall down and then to admire the blue sky and occasional passing clouds. I remember feeling so happy and carefree. Ah, to be so young and innocent.
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