The Old Barn
Having a special place is like having an invisible friend. It means the world to you, but nothing to the guy next door. It is not so often I get an opportunity to sit down and really see what is out there. I am able to sit in my special area in total peace and quiet for as long as I choose to do so. Anyone with noisy roommates knows just what I am talking about. Peace and quiet with kids in the house is extremely limited and you will usually do anything to be able to enjoy the silence. Having a place of my own is very special. It allows me to do the vast amounts of activities that I am not able to do in normal everyday life such as reading, thinking, and just being alone.
I always go to a special barn when I want time to myself. No one ever knows I am out there and wouldn't even think about coming there to look for me because it is so dirty and old. The barn is quite a good distance away from the house. Making it even more secluded and empty. I can't hear or see any of my relatives from the window in the ban, which is an extra bonus for me. As I look at my barn I can tall it is very old and very run down. it hardly gets used and is full of old tractors.
Relatives, now, that says a lot right there. Yes, I have them too. Those really nice relatives that tease me all the time because they still feel like I am just a little brat because I am so much younger then them. Those uncles that still talk to me like I just popped out of my mother's stomach. This is always and will always be a great reason for me to leave any area where anyone related to me happens to be. If you are in my shoes you are stuck in the middle of all of your relatives. Half of them are five or more years older then me and the other half are five or more years younger then me. This causes a vast amount of boredom because all I can do is just sit around. I can either talk about Barbies and My Little Ponies with the youngins or I can talk about Jobs and Parental Life with the old fogies. I do not exactly fit into either of those categories. It is extremely convenient that this special barn of mine is located at my grandparents farm. This allows me to exit the house of boredom when ever I want and join my own world with just me and nature. When I leave I don't have to listen to their moaning and groaning because someone stole their toy or because their bills are too high. I can just sit in peace and quiet.
Immediately to the right when I walk inside the door of my barn there is a skinny ladder. It is covered in layers of a variety of dead and alive bugs trapped in a huge cobweb. As I climb this ladder I get closer and closer to the place I like to call home. Climbing up the rungs of the ladder reminds me of getting to the best part of a book or figuring out the solution to a deep...