Exploring Memories in Mimi’s Backyard

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The creek isn’t the only thing that floods in my aunt Rose’s backyard. I had the opportunity to spend some time playing with my cousin’s little boy, Deacon, the other day and oh the memories that came rushing back!  I remember playing in her yard like it was yesterday.

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Swing sets, tree houses, and the sound of the rustling creek.

When I was a little girl I lived with my aunt and uncle while my parents were in Atlanta with my older brother, he was sick and the hospital where he received treatment was there. For my parents, those were the worst years of their lives. For me, they serve as some of the most memorable. There was always an adventure to be found beneath the tall trees and flowing through the waters of that creek.

And now there is a whole new generation of little people collecting stories of their own while exploring Mimi’s backyard.

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