My childhood

My childhood was filled with fields, braids, running down a road lined with open fields and farms, four wheeling, the high school track, ice cream cones, and sitting on the front porch with my grams. It's my first time back in my moms small town since my grandma died. 

There is a sense of comfort, but also a sense of emptiness. I know my grams is looking down on me and saying I better make the bed before I leave the house. This place reminds me of happy memories, tons of laughs, and some sorrow. I know not to be sad because my grams would not want me to be, so instead I am sitting on the front porch enjoying the sunshine.