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The Barn Comes Down 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008

Holy crap...our barn just fell down!!!

I was just starting to type when me, my mom, and my dad just heard this loud scraping and bang noise, and Dad yells "The barn fell down!" so we go peeling to the window to see. CRIPES! But since it came down, it pulled the power cord with it and they're afraid we might not be out of water, so they're filling up bottles with water.It got so waterlogged from all this snow that it just collapsed.

Ah, the memories gone...bailing hay; bringing jugs of Kool-Aid to my sisters working out there; playing red light, green light and cops and robbers up in the mow; looking for kittens in the hay; feeding the calves in the back room; heck, even riding my bike in the barnyard.

Well, my mom kept saying it was going to come down this year and now it did. It's so weird, a chapter of my childhood is closed forever...

Mom took a picture so I'll put it on here as soon as my other download finishes (about an hour, it's a video editing program that's freaking huge).