When I was little I always thought it would be cool to live in a neighborhood nearer to town, with trick-or-treaters coming to our door, my father putting Christmas tree lights on the house, and our friends being so much closer. Now that I look back, I realize what a spoiled little thing I was, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
My grandparents have both passed away, and the property they owned is now being sold. My parents are now divorced, and I have only extended family remaining in the beautiful state I grew up in. I'm saddened that our family is losing the property; this has been harder for me than when my father sold our house. I have so many memories playing with our cousins in the forest, running in the huge field across the way, and exploring near the creek. Now all those things will officially be only memories. I wonder how things would be different if my parents were still together. We would probably be coming home for the holidays every year, and hopefully would have held on to at least part of my grandparents' property. I'm a little sad today, and also so grateful for the muddy memories on Daystar Drive.