Memories from the Far Essay

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Memories from the Farm By Michelle In a small rural town in Northeast Wisconsin was a farm surrounded by miles of cornfields. In this place on many warm summer days, my siblings and I would run through the cornfields playing hide and seek or making our own crop circles as clubhouses. My grandparents, whom I called Nana and Papa, lived on this farm for many years. The old farmhouse was large, full of people, and surrounded by a variety of wild animals. I spent many of my childhood summers and holidays here. It was the family gathering place. Getting to the farm was an anxious, drawn out drive. After sitting for several hours in the back seat of the car, I found the slow crawl up the driveway to be absolute torture. I just knew Nana, a small woman with gray hair and hands riddled with arthritis, was inside waiting with fresh baked pies for me. Papa, a tall, skinny man with short gray hair, and crystal blue eyes, would have some toy or trinket hidden somewhere, but he would pretend not to recognize me for a few minutes just to tease me before he gave it to me. As my parents would struggle to pry the suitcases out of the trunk, I would bounce all the way up the porch and rattle the door until someone finally let me in. I went in the farmhouse to see Nana and Papa and give them big hugs. I saw Papas tall lanky body and dark blue eyes as he rose to greet me. Papa and I would walk to the big red barn to feed the calves, which was my favorite part of the farm. As we walked together, “Papa always a few steps ahead of me,” I felt the hot sun beating down on us, I could hear the birds chirping, and feel the fresh air blowing in the wind, the excitement was boiling in me. When we finally got to the barn, Papa opened the tall sliding wood door and in I ran to see the calves. At their stalls, anxious to get their dinner after a hot day, the impatient calves

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