Back To Familiar Grounds
A few days later, I found myself back at the farm. Sifting through old tools in the barn, the place was a treasure trove of memories.
Each piece held a story, a connection to the life I’d grown up with. I wiped the dust off a favorite, a rusted wrench that had belonged to Granddad.
Nostalgia settled in, and I got to work, trying to focus on sorting through the past.