This and the batch that follows were taken around the house where I grew up (1980 - 1987) in the mountains.
This was where the stream ran, and we built dams when I was little.
My collection of rock money, still mostly in tact. It once was an island. Now a small tree grows from the rocks.
Childhood play currency.
The hill I played on constantly as a kid.
I remember these rocks well. Not much of that part has changed in 20 years.
Rain makes herself comfortable in my old stomping grounds.
The house of the neighbor kids I used to play with. Last I knew, their family still lives there.
The road where I learned to ride a bike, with the old barn still down in the valley.
I parked my car near the front of the driveway. None of the new residents appeared to be home when we visited.
Flower girl.
Many friendly spirits accompanied us on our journey.
