When I was little, before my parents were divorced, my parents, my two brothers, and I would go visit my family in La Grande. It was a very small town that my dad grew up in. We would stay in my great grandma’s house. The house was old yet amazing and even now I can remember every little detail about it. Outside it had many great climbing trees with faces, a giant garden that we would always harvest carrots and cucumbers from, and an old, damaged, red barn that I would always tell people had horses in it when really it was just full of gardening tools and christmas lights. When me and my brothers were younger car rides were not the most peaceful experience, but there there is one in particular that I remember very well. We were about 10 minutes
